11th Anniversary "Celeb"-ration 9, 10 & 11

How's that for a cover picture! Ha ha! 2020 has indeed been the year from hell for me on many levels (as I'm sure it's been for countless others), but we're pressing on... As I chose to do these celeb encounters in basically chronological order, I'm afraid that the ending might be anti-climactic due to the fact that the last two occurred after I'd begun blogging and have already been documented here! :::sigh::: Well, it's too late to do anything about that now. But maybe I can try to tack on a surprise photo or two at the end. As we proceed with Number 8, I still shudder when I think of how my light was kept under a bushel.

My pal Robert purchased tickets in September of 2007 for a new show up in Dayton, Ohio that was being developed by Stephen Schwartz.  You may know Schwartz as the composer of "Godspell", "Pippin", "The Baker's Wife", "Children of Eden", "Prince of Egypt" and a little show called "Wicked," among other things.  He had been putting together a revue of his songs, but in a different way than most others.  Dubbed "a musical scrapbook", it was a show called "Snapshots" and he'd taken a large helping of his music and rewritten about 50% of the lyrics in order to fit it to a story about a mid-forties couple who are on the verge of breakup, but who take time to look through a stack of old pictures, which recall many stages in their life.  A quartet of other performers portrayed the couple in their younger years. (This show took until 2011 before it actually debuted!) My first real show on stage was "Godspell", in which I sang "Light of the World," hence the reference to my light being under a bushel.

Fresh faced for my debut on an area stage. Under the blue-green shirt was the heinous, yet typical, '70s-style carnival clown costume used for the bulk of the show...

Prior to the show, Schwartz held a master class from 3:00 to 5:30 and we attended this.  There was the chance to have a Q&A with him and then a select few - drawn from a box - would get to sing for the man himself and receive feedback and instruction. I had prepared a very brief song from "Prince of Egypt" and had worked and worked it until it was rock solid.  The mere notion of singing before the composer was daunting and yet exhilarating. I had to run to the restroom to check my hair and pee, so Robert put our names into the huge box for those who were willing to put themselves out there.

As we settled in and listened to Schwartz speak and answer questions, there was a sense of anticipation in the room, knowing that out of 150 people, about 100 of them wanted to sing, but only 10 probably would.  The first singer was chosen, a guy in his late 20's or so, and he sang a song from "Parade".  He did it once, pretty well, and then did it two more times, with noticeable improvement thanks to the suggestions Schwartz made.  Then they drew the second name:  Robert!!  Lucky DOG!  He trotted down the steps, tossing me his camera, and went over to the accompanist to go over the music.  Three or four minutes later, he was finally ready to begin "This is the Moment".  He chose to sing the very end and so it started with a lot of verve and passion right off the bat (he was being considerate in not singing the entire piece - something a lot of others did do, sadly, but it also limited how much he could vary the emotions of it.)  He gets miffed when I say this, but he was also a little dry in the throat and scratchy at first.  But who wouldn't be?!?  Schwartz gave him some ideas to kick around and asked him to do it again, adding different layers to it and approaching it with more variety and it was indeed improved the second time.  (Schwartz did say that things are always better the second time regardless, but you could also see that his changes and remarks enhanced almost everyone's songs on the next attempt.) 

Then there was a parade of other singers, some good, some so-so and some DREADFUL.  A girl I'll call Brittney Flick was a real stand-out.  This chick HAD IT.  She went up to sing a song from "Children of Eden" and the pianist couldn't master the tempo of it.  He tried three times and finally Schwartz threw his stuff down and said, "You know what...  I'll play it!"  I thought the girl was going to drop from shock as all of us would have.  To sing a song for a successful composer and have him PLAYING it for you, too?  She was exceptional.  She really did well.  Unfortunately, I think the name is going to be a problem.  The YMCA has "Fun & Flick" water classes and they had to change a sign once when I was there because the lettering they used made it look like something else!  "FUN & FLICK".  Can you imagine the horror?  "BRITTNEY FLICK IN SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS"  (The font may not allow this to make much sense, but just think about it!)

As the master class continued, the person drawing names kept picking females. Finally, Schwartz said he wanted another male to sing and not to choose another female until a male sang. Four names in a row were pulled, all girls, and still nothing. I waited with bated breath to hear my name called. Nope... The last singer was a totally untalented (and unaware of such) guy who wasted everyone's time. I never did get to sing for him, which was disappointing. (And all the way home I accused Robert of failing to put my name in the box and putting his own in twice! Ha ha!) But I got to meet Stephen and later ask him a question when the show was over. 

It was still quite a thrill because not only had my first real show been "Godspell" but I was a devoted fan of Pocahontas (1995) as well. A year later, both Robert and I appeared in a sterling and celebrated production of "Children of Eden" which won scads of awards and was completely sold out for every performance. He was able to claim that he'd sung for the show's composer, but I had to settle for having only met the man...

You can spot Robert as "Father" at the top. Four spaces to the right is my bovine self, appropriately relegated to playing Noah's eldest son. LOL

In my prior post, I relayed how Miss America 2000 Heather French Henry had played a part in further adventures of mine. I'm not counting this next experience as one of my encounters because all I got was within airspace of the celebs. No meeting... But it was still quite a night! George Clooney had directed and starred in the 2008 film Leatherheads, all about the early days of football, and chose to have its premiere in li'l ol' Maysville, Kentucky, where his famous family hailed from. In fact, the Maysville Opera House had long ago played host for the premiere of Aunt Rosie's 1953 film The Stars are Singing, a now-obscure musical. Naturally, Ms. French-Henry was there and had to endure me once again.

Heather be thy name... No restraining order has been issued by her. Yet...

I also was on-hand to observe the utter pandemonium when Mr. Clooney and his costar Renee Zellweger pulled up and walked the red carpet. The man was completely swamped. Like scary swamped. He was semi-protected behind a flimsy white picket partition, but in 2008 he was close to the height of his fame, so people were going gaga. 

Lost in, literally, a sea of teeming fans.

He very patiently made his way down the carpet, signing all sorts of memorabilia and occasionally waving to all the folks who were braving the brisk March evening. He seemed painfully thin to me at the time, not only accounting for Hollywood standards. I felt that directing, acting and playing football (!) endlessly had likely worn him down to a spindle. 

At one point, he did respond to a yelp from me and I took this photo. He's looking at me. My camera was above my head in extended arms, the only way to get a clear shot, trust me! I think I was back four or five rows deep in the crowd with no chance to get any closer. 

Renee seemed something of a gangling, unkempt mess to me. Hair all askew and sporting the usual "grapefruit" face that she so often seemed to be sporting for whatever reason. But she was nice enough (and patient) and she realized that in truth the bulk of the crowd was there to swamp see George. 

There were two showings of the film. The early showing was strictly VIP and by invitation only. The second was for 200 people to be drawn from a lottery of tickets that were being handed out. Knowing my luck with any sort of drawing, I was skeptical to say the least. I had to stand there and stand there as close to 100 ticket numbers were called out from the balcony of the opera house. (Each winner could bring one person in with him.) Believe it or not, my number was called! So my accompanying friend and I were admitted to the showing, which was introduced by George, Renee and George's father Nick! My elation at being chosen did result in a reporter interviewing me for the local paper upon winning. The front three rows of the theater were reserved for the state basketball champs, but I was in the fourth! 

Mr. C. was always with a self-deprecating joke and kept his friends, family and the audience in good spirits throughout.

 

The 10th celebrity encounter in my list of 11 was a doozy as far as I'm concerned. I wrote all about it at the time it happened in December of 2011.  It was the two-day occasion in which West Side Story's (1961) George Chakiris came back to Norwood, Ohio, the place of his birth, to be honored by the mayor and citizens. This was followed by a traipse down to the inevitable Rosemary Clooney Museum the next day at which he was to be on hand for the presentation of the gloves she wore in White Christmas (1954.) This was one of a few a movies in which he was a featured dancer. He was joined in this effort by friend and stage cohort (and former Miss America) Lee Meriwether.

Naturally, I was all in the thick of things causing a ruckus. Poor Heather French was once again besieged by me, both at George Chakiris Day and then down at the museum dedication. But I kept her and the waiting crowd amused while Chakiris and Meriwether's car was delayed in arriving at the appointed time. Remember me saying how I always seemed to meet celebrities when I was at my own personal low point? I was really heavy and not particularly healthy physically when I connected with these two friendly, appealing people, but I wasn't going to miss my chance with them.

I'd shaved my goatee off from the day before which was probably not the greatest plan... But I think you can see that Ms. Meriwether was tickled by me and my inherent lunacy! If you read my original account of that day, you'll understand how I wound up in such a nondescript sweater that day. 

In a hilarious connection to my earlier story about threatening to open my own house as the Vera Ellen Museum, Chakiris and Meriwether actually went to Vera's childhood home and posed on the front porch. And it is literally half a mile from my front door! Vera Ellen's mother used to take her daughter and one Doris Day (who lived several miles further south in Evanston) to dance classes! We did somehow spring some real talent onto the show business map from this area...

I also have posted in detail about the 11th celebrity encounter being listed for this anniversary series. It was close to two years ago when I got the chance to see Maureen McGovern, who make "The Morning After" (the theme song of The Poseidon Adventure, 1972) famous. She had also been the vocalist on several other TV and movie songs that I enjoy. I mean, it was a no-brainer that I was going to be sure to see (and meet!) her given the opportunity. D'ja ever notice how bemused these poor people look once they've been exposed to me? LOL

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Now that we've reached the end of this series, I have a couple of other brushes with quasi-fame to mention. Anyone recall the show Clean House, in which utterly filthy, cluttered and junk-filled homes were cleared out by a team, who then sold many of the items at a large yard sale for money to help fix the place back up? Hosted for most of its run by Niecy Nash (who recently made headlines after divorcing her second husband and marrying a woman), it also counted among its crew Matt Iseman for 5 seasons. They also did a yearly search for the messiest house in America and, wouldn't you know, they found one in Cincinnati (we adore making national news for all the wrong reasons! LOL) 

I bought nothing at the yard sale, but I did pick something else out!

The day of the gargantuan yard sale, I was back in action to spot me a star. You may have seen Iseman in stand-up comedy or on The New Celebrity Apprentice (which he won) or American Ninja Warrior. Right before I got to him (after having stood outside forevah!), a little girl posed with him and said, "Daddy, I wanna hug him!" Naturally, I stepped up and said, "Daddy, I wanna hug him, too!" and I did! He really didn't seem to mind... and I did not let go until my turn was up. Ha ha!

I've also brushed up against various contestants (and winners) on RuPaul's Drag Race, though I don't suspect that's tremendously difficult to do. This is me (with the infamous Robert from the Sondheim event!) on either side of Mystique Summers Madison (from season 2.) Below, it's my turn to be flanked. On the left is winner Jinkx Monsoon and on the right is runner-up Alaska. Aaaahhh.... from Miss America to America's Next Drag Superstar. What will be next?

I've always liked this photo because I was happy and healthy for once when doing my thing. Thanks to COVID-19, I'm tubby again, but I will be sure to get in shape for the promise of 2021!

Hold Still While I Tux You In...

Today, we're going to have a photo essay devoted to that classic men's formal wear staple, the tuxedo. (Demonstrated at left by William Powell.) If I'm being honest, it's really just a way to put a fresh post up while I row behind the scenes in the galley, preparing for another more involved one!  Nevertheless, you may find yourself admiring some of the pictures and/or the men in them.  It's interesting how women's formal fashions have changed dramatically many times over the decades, but no one has ever really found a way to top the classic black and white tuxedo on the men.  It's simply the most striking and stylish way for a man to present himself for a special occasion.

One of the masters of elegance and understated flair when it came to clothing (not to mention movement) was Mr. Fred Astaire, a dancing institution all to himself.

In nearly the same sort of get-up, we see Bela Lugosi in his Count Dracula mode.  When you stop to think of it, how many movie "monsters" have ever been done up this stylishly?!

French acting and singing icon Maurice Chevalier is spiffed up here, as was often the case.

Here we see "The Great Profile" himself, Mr. John Barrymore, looking very dignified.

This is a (very) young Errol Flynn, who idolized Barrymore and who, strangely enough, really didn't put on tuxedos all that often.

One accoutrement that has almost completely fallen by the wayside over the years is the top hat to go along with tails, but Clifton Webb looks pretty good in his.

Speaking of looking good, do you recognize this fella?  He has the top hat and even a cane to complete his ensemble.

That is a young and dashingly handsome Mr. Walter Pidgeon!  Who knew?

Every once in a while, John Wayne would even trade in his boots and chaps for a penguin suit.

What about this eye-scorcher?  Dan Dailey fitted out for a sparkling musical.

Seemingly born old, but always dressed stylishly, was David Niven.

Frankie Sinatra near the beginning of his lengthy career...

The King of Hollywood, Clark Gable, towards the end of his...

Tyrone Power, rocking the pinky ring.

Perhaps the epitome of elegance and style when it comes to film actors, Cary Grant.

Another well-heeled gentleman, French actor Louis Jourdan.

Rather rare to see Dana Andrews with a mustache, but he looks handsome in his tuxedo.

Opera star and movie actor Mario Lanza.

Marlon Brando (the time he decided to actually accept his Oscar.)

Here's a man you rarely saw dressed in a tuxedo, the rebel himself James Dean.

Legendary piano-playing vocalist Nat King Cole.

Snappy singing sensation Bobby Darin.

Film-actor-turned-TV-icon Robert Young.

Look at still wet-behind-the-ears Robert Redford during an appearance on Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

Beauteous hunk and eventual governmental ambassador John Gavin.

Singer and actor Dean Martin.

James Coburn during his tenure as Derek Flint in Our Man Flint (1966) and In Like Flynt (1967.)

Legendary (and legendarily old) funnyman George Burns.

Burt Reynolds sporting a white coat in the film debacle At Long Last Love (1975.)

A few (chiefly) television personalities, starting with Don Adams of Get Smart.

Bob Newhart, who starred in a couple of successful sitcoms bearing his name.

Mr. Television, Milton Berle.  Note the appearance of a ruffled shirt, a late-'60s and 1970s staple.

The same is evidenced on Jack Klugman of The Odd Couple.

Even Roddy McDowall (in his Planet of the Apes guise) has them on as he stops by The Carol Burnett Show.

Insult comedian Don Rickles shows off the larger bow ties which also punctuated that era.

Sherman Hemsley of The Jeffersons takes tuxedo variation to a whole new level!

Sometimes the color was shifted completely from black (as shown by Lee Majors), a look I cannot say I am fond of.

The '80s were a time when the visible bow tie band and a stand-up collar came back into vogue, as evidence by Jon-Erik Hexum (i.e. God!)

Don Johnson, who parlayed Miami Vice into a renewed movie career, is shown here tuxed-up.

Dynasty brought glitz to the airwaves from 1981 - 1989, frequently placing its male stars in tuxedos (seen here:  Gordon Thomson, John Forsythe, Michael Nader and John James.)

This additional shot of Gordon Thomson is for you NotFelixUnger...

My own first impressions of tuxedos were as a goggle-eyed seven year-old watching The Towering Inferno (1974), so the soon-to-be-dated ruffles and color variants never seemed as horrid to me as they did to so many other people.  Here we see Robert Vaughn from said film.

And this is Mr. William Holden, whose coat was red (seen at bottom), but in this black and white photo you can see the pattern of the fabric more clearly.  Ahhh, the '70s...

Costar Richard Chamberlain sported a ruffled beige shirt that would up getting quite filthy as the disaster wore on.

This isn't from Inferno, but is of that movie's star Paul Newman at an awards ceremony.  (The title conflagration kept Newman from being able to don his tuxedo in the movie!)

Cinematic tuxedos were a staple of the James Bond series of films.  Mr. Sean Connery got things rolling...

Here he is in color.

His immediate replacement (for one film only) was former model George Lazenby.

Next came suave Roger Moore...

...followed by the comparatively rugged Timothy Dalton.

Back to a more elegant Bond with Pierce Brosnan.

The most recent James Bond, Daniel Craig, is, in my opinion, quite wonderful in the role, unlikely as he may have seemed at first.

Here are some other contemporary actors decked out in their tuxedos, starting with Richard Gere.

Handsome Ralph Fiennes

An atypically well-groomed Johnny Depp.

The latest Superman, Henry Cavill.

The nearly always put-together Hugh Jackman.

Actor-turned-esteemed-director Clint Eastwood.

Behold the solid handsomeness of Mad Men star Jon Hamm.

One of my favorite contemporary actors, Javier Bardem.

Typically well-turned-out Leonardo DiCaprio, who seemed to understand the importance of dressing well while still a young man.

Two others who "got the memo" early in their careers to dress right for the occasion are Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, seen here collecting Oscar statuettes back in 1998 when they were all but puppies!

Compare them to the ill-fitting, cattywampus get-up that flavor of the moment Justin Beiber is wearing here.

Then there's Channing Tatum and Alex Pettyfer sporting only the barest remnants of the tuxedo in Magic Mike (2012.)  (Perhaps I should do a photo essay on this look next time!)

My own personal favorite man in a tux is Mr. George Clooney, who always looks stunning no matter what variety of suit he is wearing or whatever type of facial growth or hairstyle his movies dictate him to have at any given moment.

Ever since he burst forward on the hit show ER, he tossed aside all the crazy clothes he favored as a youth (it was the '80s after all) and began to emerge as a fashion icon in the classic tradition.

I have had the pleasure of being within ten feet of this man and he is truly a star, in or out of a tuxedo.  That's it til next time, my friends!