No slam to Mickey, but I’ll make this post … short!
Around 1963, I was a young disc jockey in my hometown of Wheeling, WV. News spread that Mickey Rooney was to appear at an outdoor amphitheater with two other performers, and the radio station dispatched me with a tape recorder to get interviews. I was really excited, I mean, hey, I was going to interview the legendary Little Mick … live and in person!
The show was not advertised well beforehand and the audience was VERY sparce.
Maybe the other two performers on the bill with Mickey – has-been “western” star Don “Red” Berry and up-and-coming entertainer Bobby Van – just weren’t a big enough draw to make people want to attend. Anyway, the show was a real flop. One thing stands out in my mind: Berry, decidedly drunk on stage, was offering 8x10 glossies of himself to anyone in the audience willing to shell out 50 cents. Later, I saw three people head back stage to get their coveted glossies.
Rooney was a big disappointment, to say the least. I made every effort to elicit good answers to my admittedly hokey questions about his career and movie experiences, all to no avail. I got nothing but yes and no answers from him. He was too busy primping in front of the dressing room mirror, adjusting the knot in his tie, hitching his pants up with his wrists, winking at himself.
Realizing the interview was going nowhere, I asked him if he’d mind recording some station promos for use on the air. He grabbed the script from me and proceeded to purposely screw up almost every line, rattling off the words as if he were in an Evelyn Woods competition! He even added a FIFTH LETTER to the station’s call sign, for cryin’ out loud!
The topper came when I was leaving his dressing room. I made the mistake of asking him his reaction to the dismal audience showing. He looked up into my eyes and almost yelled, “Wheeling, West Virginia will NEVER see Mickey Rooney AGAIN!”
Mick, I don’t think Wheeling, West Virginia really wanted to see you in the first place! And not the way I did. The only pleasant memory of that evening was Bobby Van, a real gentleman.