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Another case of them name-droppin' blues |
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Frank Cotolo |
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So I was walking down Hollywood Boulevard
with Dudley Moore, looking for the theater playing the hot new sci-fi
thriller Vytorin vs. Lipitor, when we bumped into Andrew Duggan. The
tall, clay-crafted actor looked lost. Hey Andy, I said, didn't we see
you at Richard Long's funeral? "Yes," said Andy. "That was months ago." |
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"It was," I said. "But I remember because
that was the same night me and Dudley here went to James Coburn's house
for dinner and wouldn't you know it, Lee J. Cobb comes in and tells us
that William Friedkin, who directed him in The Exorcist, got sick from a
vegetable he ate at Sonny Bono's place on Melrose." |
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Dudley poked me and pointed to the ground,
saying, "Hey look". "Well what do you know, Andy," I said, "we just
happened to see you and stop right on top of Liza Minelli's star here
on the Walk of Fame." |
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Andrew was moving his head right and left
and right and left, not paying much attention to me or Dudley, who was way
shorter than Andrew. |
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"Are you looking for Bourbon Street?" I asked Andy,
laughing at the reference to his old television series, Boubon Street
Beat. "No, no," said Andy. "I am looking for the
limo that is supposed to take me to the Pantages Theater". "Hell, you can
walk there from here," Dudley said. "I wouldn't, seeing as I don't get
around well with this club foot." |
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"Are you going to see our good friend Tony
Newley at the Pantages?" I asked. |
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"Is he in the production running there now?"
said Andrew. |
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"Last I heard he was
thinking of bringing back Roar of the Greasepaint. You know, updating it.
Billy Dee Williams told me that when I was over at Herb Alpert's office.
You know, the old Charlie Chaplin studio? Billy said Andy Williams, who me
and Dudley saw at a recording session last week, where we dropped by with
Glen Campbell, who is in town to have sex with Tanya Tucker, but don't
quote me on that, and ... " |
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"There he is," Andrew said, pointing to a
long black limousine that pulled up to the curb. "I know that driver,"
said Dudley. "Sure you do, Dud," I said as Andy waved and headed for the
limo's back door, now being opened by a portly fellow who we could tell
was bald even with his limo-driver's cap on his head. |
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"That's the same driver that took you and me
to NBC studios
the night Peter Scolari's pants caught fire in the hallway and Olivia
Newton John came over to us and asked about John Travolta and we told her
that we saw him earlier that evening at Chason's with Michael Keaton and,
oddly enough, Diane Keaton was sitting at the bar at Chason's." |
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Dudley made me hail a cab and go with him to
the Steinway Piano Warehouse where he wanted to buy a piano much like the
one we saw at Liberace's house the afternoon we were there with Angie
Dickenson and Sean Connery, who was telling us that Mel Brooks called
him earlier in the day and asked where he could get a toupee... |
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Frank Cotolo, former sidekick to
the great radio jock Wolfman Jack, writes regularly to this outfit. |
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