My stage director/mentor/friend Joe Ferrell is a fellow geezer.
I gather he’s getting old.
I kinda do.
I’ve read a bunch of Joe tributes from various actors and students and friends. I am impressed by their reminiscences and the life-changing echoes of those reminiscences.
I have some reminiscences of my own, of course…some might get us arrested…
May I share a silly one?
The year was 1984.
For some inexplicable reason (at least to me) Lily Tomlin came to the Guignol Theatre at the University of Kentucky one evening and practiced a reading of the beginnings of a new one-person play. She was the “one-person”…go figure. It was free and the house was packed…go figure. I was on the front row. Thus, Lily Tomlin spit on me. I didn’t shower for two weeks. My social life plunged from pitiful to non-existent…go figure.
The next day, Ms. Tomlin held a q&a in the Laboratory Theatre (now the Briggs) for the Theatre Department students. I took the day off from work and lurked in the back of the house (sans shower remember). Joe Ferrell was the moderator of the session.
Commenting on the barrenness of the stage – nuthin’ – no chairs, no stools, — nuthin’, Joe introduced Ms. Tomlin and suggested that they simply sit on the edge of the stage. Ms. Tomlin’s eyes twinkled a challenge echoed by her voice; “I’ll sit on the edge if you will.”
I knew Joe and I knew the answer to that challenge from anyone, anywhere, anytime, in any theatre.
They sat on the edge.
I’ve always suspected that Joe maintains a discreet pied-a-terre there…on the edge.
That’s my Joe, and I’m standin’ by it and him……on the edge.