Fire up the VCRs, folks! I’m being interviewed on a PBS special on Feb. 2 at 9:00 P.M. EST, so you can all make fun of me the next day. They filmed it in a nightclub, with so much atmospheric fake “smoke” in the background that it looked like I was in the Triangle Shirtwaist factory.
Eve-
What I want to know is why are you referred to as a biographer instead of a historian. You know about all that stuff too, I’ve heard you expund on all that stuff right here!
Eve, that’s great! I hope you didn’t eat spinach just before. What outfit did you wear? Were you able to, y’know, just casually hold up the jacket of your forthcoming book and wave it at the camera?
I’m sure I’m going to look HORRIBLE. They went with “dramatic” lighting, which means I will look like “a 500-year-old dead Indian dwarf,” to quote Jennifer Saunders. They also insisted I wear a “cocktail dress,” rather than the authorly sweater & pearls I wanted to. At least it’s not too hotsy-totsy, but still . . .
Jeez, ya expect more professionalism from WGBH. Anyhoo, I’ll bring this thread back up before the show for anyone who wants to tune in. Ike, you and Sax will want to watch the night they do the segment on 1920s jazz!
Good luck Eve! I hope you don’t end up on the cutting room floor. But if they mention you on the web page, I’d say it’s a good bet you’re in.
In the interview, did you do a hair flip and laugh fetchingly? That always seems to go over well with viewers. Also bonus points if you used the phrase “Hollywood vixen.”
Well, Finagle, what could be better than a double feature of “Kiss Her Goodbye” and “Eve Golden—Hollywood Vixen?”
Cuttin’ rugs are you, now, Ike? I recall when Mel and I tried to get you New York guys to join us swing-dancing last summer, you all boyishly dug your toes into the dirt and made noises about “not wantin’ to dance, ma’am” . . .
That’s because we knew that you and Melanie would dance together, and then Alphagene and manhattan and I could sit back and sneak glances at your ankles.
Gee, Eve, I’m so excited!! I wish I had a VCR. Chef - I think I will go to your house for Nerdvana - ha ha ha!
Will someone tape this for me and send it to me? I’ll pay for the tape and shipping costs. I need to keep reminding my lame-o friends that I do indeed know people in high places.
Also, Eve, thanks for adding an extremely hilarious and clever autograph to my copy of your excellent book Vamp. (How’s that for a shameless plug? But seriously, the book rocks)
Of course not, Frankie, dearest—who do you think is gonna buy my books?
OK; Ike, Manny, Alpha, Cap’n, CM, et al—Mel and I are officially inviting you out swing-dancing at Lincoln Center this summer. That gives you five months to think up excuses.
If so, I want you to know that I haven’t been a little person since seventh grade.
indicates Chefly bod, which is unquestionably not little
And Ike, most of my musically challenged friends think my interest in jazz is a little nerdy, and I’ve taken to wearing it as a badge of merit. Didn’t mean to offend.
Chef: No offense taken. But take a peep over in the Pit…us jazz-lovers are actually insufferable elitists and patronizing snobs. So get your nose in the air and set those friends of yours straight! You ain’t no nerd!
Eve: My foot kinda hurts when I do THIS with it…[jiggles foot at an awkward angle, waiting for the punch-line]