Just a little thread of some of the things I wrote on my own site in 2020. Yes, the site is a monster. I can't help it. I've been writing over there for 18 years. It's an oasis. For me anyway and hopefully for others!
I interviewed Jennifer McCabe, Associate Professor at Lehman College in the Theatre Department (she also teaches at NYU) a/b the fascinating exercises she's developed to help solve common problems she saw w/her acting students. DEEP DIVE into PROCESS. sheilaomalley.com/?p=154648
I didn't start OUT wanting my blog to be a veritable birthday-calendar, but that's what's happened. It's an offshoot of writing over there for 18 years. They're fun to do. Here's one on Anita Loos: sheilaomalley.com/?p=157207
Over the years, I've written a lot about actress Hediyeh Tehrani, after I first got turned onto her work in the mid-2000s. I decided to put it all together, and discuss what it is she brings to the screen. The epic and the real: She can do both. sheilaomalley.com/?p=158973
Writing this monster of a piece on Eminem helped get me through July, a really bad month in a really bad year. It started out as one thing - a discussion of his album REVIVAL - and ballooned into something else and I didn't stop b/c fuck it. sheilaomalley.com/?p=159618
I wrote something on Frances Farmer, her career, her troubles, how much I love her and get her, and took the opportunity to talk about madness, because of course. sheilaomalley.com/?p=161437
I had to let go of my beloved cat Hope in early September. It was a heartwrenching choice and I miss her so much. I wrote about her. She was such a good and sweet girl. sheilaomalley.com/?p=161506
I used to write personally on my site, about my crazy flames, past shenanigans. Social media made me shy. But isolation made me reflect a LOT and I wrote this NOVELLA a/b a flame who said "Tsk tsk tsk" to me disapprovingly and what I made it mean (lol): sheilaomalley.com/?p=159343
I reviewed KILLING ELEANOR, a film currently doing the virtual-film-festival circuit - directed by Rich Newey, starring @Annika_Marks and Jenny O'Hara and I can't say enough good things about it. Keep your eyes peeled: sheilaomalley.com/?p=162615
And I guess I'll end with the piece I wrote when Patricia Bosworth died in April, from Covid. A terrible loss. I knew her slightly thru the Actors Studio. Her books are HUGE to me - her memoirs and (particularly) her bio of Mont. Clift. RIP. sheilaomalley.com/?p=156639
As always, feel free to join in the conversation going on over there. It's still like the Blogosphere 2004 over there. To everyone who ever stops by my site - or talks w/me here - or likes what I do: I truly appreciate it. Talking w/people is part of the fun of it. So thank you.
Oh damn I forgot: every Monday throughout this year, I have been putting up my brother @DaddyBrave 's music writing - most of 2020 has been devoted to his weekly essays on Scott Walker. Deep dives, people! sheilaomalley.com/?tag=scott-wal…
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It's Willie Nelson's 87th bday. Born in 1933. Living legend. You ready for a thread? #WillieNelson
“Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.” – Willie Nelson.
A couple years ago (on Hank Williams' birthday, no less) I attended Outlaw Fest, w/Sheryl Crow, Eric Church etc. on the bill - all leading up to Willie taking the stage at the end. His entire family was with him. If you've seen him live, you know the magic .
“I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.” – Dolly Parton. It's her birthday today. Thread. #DollyParton
One of her earliest singles (which she didn't write) was "Dumb Blonde." She knew going in who she was, what she wanted to look like, how she was perceived, and she was never anybody's fool about it.
I love her stuff with Porter Wagoner. (I love her in duets, in general - but these, in particular, have an intensity and sincerity you still can feel.) Here they are performing "We Found It". Heart-piercing.
It's the great Teri Garr's birthday. Here she is dancing next to a smokin-hot Ann-Margret and Elvis in VIVA LAS VEGAS.
She was in nine Elvis movies. As a background dancer. She was a background dancer in the legendary TAMI Show, gyrating around Marvin Gaye. Now obviously she went on to greater things, but I will pay tribute today to the section I call The Elvis Years.
You can see her dancing in all of his movies - but she's most recognizable in "C'mon Everybody" from VIVA LAS VEGAS. She's seen behind Elvis and AM in their first little scene together - horizontal stripe sweater, blue and pink. Teri Garr! Hilarious!
"I was just beautifying him, don’t you know. A thing of beauty, don’t you know. Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says." – James Joyce, ULYSSES. It's John Keats' birthday. Mr. Sensuous. Post on my site: sheilaomalley.com/?p=28818
The story of his epitaph is so interesting. Basically it would be like: I tell a friend what I want my epitaph to be. Let's say "Good friend, a loving sister and daughter" - I don't know, something like that, right? Then I die. My friend decides that life gave me a bum deal ...
... and decides to ADD to my epitaph so now it reads "Unappreciated by all, unloved and un-noticed, nevertheless she was a good friend, a loving sister and daughter." Like, totally turning my nice epitaph into some bitter posthumous statement. That's what happened with Keats.
Halloween approaches. This is me and my friend Mitchell as Edie Sedgewick and Andy Warhol at a party in college. Some words on this party, because it was one for the books:
I lived in a house off-campus. It was a gigantic rambling house, inhabited by 4 college students (this sounds like a novel by Donna Tartt) and slowly - over a period of months - the joint turned into a halfway house for every runaway teen in town.
I'd come home after a long day of classes and there would be 5 teenagers in sleeping bags on the living room floor, telling me not to answer the phone because it would be their parents looking for them.
One of the most frightening maps in the world. Every known shipwreck around Sable Island. You can see why it's called the Graveyard of the Atlantic.
I grew up in a fishing town, where SI has such a nasty reputation nobody even wants to say its name out loud. It's like "the Scottish play" to fishermen.
Made famous to the rest of the world after Sebastian Junger's The Perfect Storm. But anyone who lives in a town populated by lobster fishermen and fishing boat captains knows about this death trap of a shifting sandbar.