Thursday, November 12, 2009

Woolfoot's Celebrity Swirl: Ken Somebody, Jay Leno, Adam Gopnik, and More!

We now return you to our regularly scheduled programming, already in progress...

I have given up pondering the imponderables for the moment. I don't seem much good at it in any case. So let's get back to something more, hmmm, frothy - I mean "palatable". To wit, as promised, my brushes with greatness.

This will be a short post.

I can only think of one that involved anything like actual "brushing." More on that in a moment.

Disclosure note: this post is a pale sort of copycat, inspired by a much funnier and more impressive one, in terms of the celebrity involved and the parameters of the encounter over at the famous Fussy blog, written by blogging royalty, Mme. Eden M. Kennedy.

Eden (I will claim a first-name familiarity because I wrote her an email once and she responded - at least I think it was her - maybe she has assistants) was on a flight from L.A. to N.Y. recently. She learned, probably part way over Nevada, that the stylishly dressed yet nervous 50-something woman in her row was the mother of a pair of Very Famous A-list celebrities (q.v.) Another memorable celebrity post was written by my actual blogging friend and another member of the royal class of bloggers, Lulu Labonne. (And I mean "Royalty" not just nobility). If you are easily shocked, be careful before you click to Lulu's blog. This particular post involves, peripherally, some discussion of the use of *marijuana* by an iconic 1960s singer-songwriter whose name rhymes with "Stony Twitchell." (q.v. again). My personal opinion is that Lulu has lots more she could tell about many celebrities - but is holding back. Lulu?

OK. Here's my number one celebrity encounter:

When I was in about 9th grade I went to the Albany County Airport one evening to pick up somebody or something. It was back in the days when people without tickets could go to the gate areas. It was in the days before jetways. It was during the days when a TV show about a white basketball coach in a tough, inner-city school was a fairly popular program. The show was called, cleverly, The White Shadow. I remember that I liked it a lot. I can't remember, however, the name of the guy who played, nay, "starred" as "the White Shadow" - Ken Something or Keith Something. (I knew it back then). Anyway - you guessed it: Ken Something was in the airport that night. Waiting at Gate 7 or where ever to fly to N.Y. or L.A. Why was he in Albany? A mistake, perhaps? A family connection? Lucky for me.

I screwed up my courage and said "Excuse me" as I walked past him to the bathroom. He had less hair in person than he did on the show. He said:
"S'alright." He smelled like he had been drinking.

Well? Well? How's about that!?

I have had a couple of other encounters with famous people but this one actually kind of thrilled me. Maybe because it was just pure chance and because I was so young. The few others I have had were planned and somewhat canned but still kind of fun. So for the record, and since we're on the topic, here are the details on those.

I wrote for a local weekly entertainment magazine for a while after college and got, or could get, free tickets to just about everything that passed through our unfashionable part of upstate New York. Really, I suppose it says something about how hard it is to make a living as a performer that lots of really famous people had to play Albany. Anyway, me and my friend Tracey (also from the paper) got to meet Jay Leno backstage at Proctor's Theatre in Schenectady (which is near Albany) after his show once.

He was shorter than I thought he would be and wore a surprising amount of make up. He flirted openly with Tracey who had freckles and red hair and a lot of verve. She told him she was a "Harley Girl" and he smiled like the Cheshire Cat at her. Some Proctor's staff lady had baked him a cake or cookies or something and he pushed them to Tracey and asked her to take them away. He signed copies of our freebie newspaper for us. I have mine somewhere.

Also, during that interval I once interviewed Steven Wright, the comedian, (remember him?). It was a phone interview, but he was nice. He told me some jokes and I laughed at them like the star-struck 20-something that I was. My favorite, or at least the one I remember, was:

"I went into a diner that served 'breakfast anytime'. So I ordered French toast during the Renaissance."

Oh, and one time I wrote a profile of Adam Gopnik for the McGill Alumni magazine. I was actually admitted into the old New Yorker offices to interview him. Adam was as nice as pie. He told me he liked my article about him. He was,is, a well-brought-up sort of writer. (His parents stayed with us one night at the Last House long ago, so I am in a position to know). The New Yorker offices had the charm of Motor Vehicles, albeit without the lines.

OK. I think that's all of them. I am hoping to spur a few of you regular readers to share your own tales of fabulous encounters. Tell me if you do.


the projectivist said...

oh my!
that was hilarious. you're practically famous by association with those ummmm...famous people. especially that whatsisface that you passed on the way to the bathroom. let me think.
my favourite brush with fame was walking alongside of the crazy-quirky Vivienne Westwood, way back when i lived in London. we just happened to be walking in the same direction in Kensington, by Hyde Park. she was wearing what looked to be pajamas and pushing a bicycle, her hair trying to escape from under a crooked hat.

i've seen lots of other minor G-list celebs, the woman i work for is a little bit famous (she's lovely) but i think that the brush with Queen Viv was my favourite.

ps. i think that Lulu is holding out on us too.

R. Sherman said...

Nothing like an occasional brush with greatness! (Loved the Wright joke, BTW. He's one of my favorites.)


Lulu LaBonne said...

Come on girls you'd just get bored if I popped out one Mick Jagger/Bruce whatsisface/Stingthing story after another. I'll try and think of another one for soon though - just for you and Ms P.

I loved reading about your encounters K.

KSV Woolfoot said...

Proj - Thanks for sharing. I am wondering which minor celebrity employs you?

R - And what about your own brushes with greatness? I'll bet you have had a few at least.

Lulu - No, I would not be bored and I bet Proj. feels the same way. Remember how I swooned over your Kate Bush story? Any more like that?

Madame DeFarge said...

Impressed by the Steve Wright one. Bit of a fave of mine. You are indeed touched by fame.

Denise @ Swelle said...

Augh, I just wrote a very detailed response and lost it thanks to a dodgy wireless connection. So I'll be briefer this time. What happened to Steven Wright? I love that guy and miss his monotone one-liners and Larry from the Three Stooges hair. Lucky you, how cool.

I've had a few brushes with celebs but my biggest thrill, which you may have seen the post for, was the parade of fashion royalty at the Chanel haute couture show in Paris this past July. Especially Carine Roitfeld and Mario Testino, who posed for me! (And of course I messed up the shot thanks to trembling fingers and got a smiling blur.)

KSV Woolfoot said...

Mme - thanks for writing. I would have guessed you were a Steven Wright fan.

Denise - You know, until you told me about them I have to admit I didn't know Carine and Mario. Thank You Know Who for your blog, shedding fashion light to this dark corner.

Here's another joke I remember Steven sharing during our brief encounter:

"Someone told me that my socks didn't match. I told him I go by thickness."

I remember this every time I grab a pair of socks matched by thickness alone. (really).