Man I went to see this Man play softball in Central Park in NYC. My
God you needed a fucking TELESCOPE to spot the left fielder. And even
with that telescope you could just barely make out the look of horror
on that poor fellow's face.
Then we went to the Palladium (or was it the Academy of Music?) on
East 14th street to see such groups as Black Oak Arkansas and Camel.
Great story about "Camel." We thought it was a group who we had liked
the album of named Camel. Turns out to be some group named "Frampton's
Camel" so wound up booing that poor, shocked Frampton fellow right off
the stage. In the sparsely attended arena.
Then we ate at McDonald's and places like that and he dumps his fries
to the left of the styrofoam and we followed suit. I swear I thought
this guy was God until the Pilar of Fire came on the scene. There is
nothing higher than the POF, nothing or noone.
ANNND of course TGAWEL is the boss of Nuclear Warrior. We awl come
from the same crew. NW, TGAWEL, me. We're awl on the films together.
And we made a recording to that song "You've Got A Friend" by James
Taylor as an early example of karaoke lol. I don't think I have that
anymore. Wish I did. I CAN post piccyies of TGAWEL onto the website of
course if they're not awlready there, but like I said I don't think
that will do it justice.
And there was the time Michael C. pinned TGAWEL with a car to another
car just for goofs and he's going, c'mon Michael let me go! Lol.
I must tell you one thing about this Man. Right around when I shot
this film The New York Yankees wanted him. Oh yes. No minor leagues or
anything. Right into uniform, right into clean-up position on the line-
up and right into The Greatest Athlete Who Ever Lived position. So
that's what we have here. AM I the Greatest Filmmaker Who Ever Lived
or Not?