Tony Soprano, ode aan een vriend
Wie een paar jaar aan de westkant van Los Angeles woont leeft letterlijk tussen de sterren en op een bepaald moment kruist er een je pad, zoals in mijn geval met Neil Strauss. Rolling Stone reporter en daarna auteur van bekende boeken zoals "The Game". Ik ga zijn email van deze morgen gewoon plaatsen in originele vorm want het heeft verder geen uitleg nodig.
James Gandolfini had passed away.Like everyone else who both knew him and didn't, my reaction was shock and sadness.
anyone I'd ever met.
hoping people remember James Gandolfini and not just Tony Soprano in the media deluge that is beginning.
most about him was his brutal honesty. It was never a secret what he was thinking. And he was always right--except about one thing, himself.
He ended up beating some guy up over the stripper and was being hunted down by the guy's friends--and moved to Los Angeles just to keep from being killed.
a regret he's lived with every day."If you had to go back, and you were that age, would you choose the stripper again?" I asked him.
about being late; have conversations that don't go anywhere; have people who don't say anything and just take things in.
*Never explain anything: the audience should always be
catching up with you.
what we want--interesting, funny, and smart--and if no one likes it, we make another one. But no matter what, it should be the show we want and believe in."
Desert." He paused and went there in his mind, and a half- smile spread across his face. "Sometimes people just need quiet and space--and the feeling of being free."
collaborators, and all those who knew and loved him."