And the work ethic of John Williams is unparalleled. Gets to the office every day, monday through friday . Turkey sandwich everyday for lunch - same time. (Admittedly a bit OCD, but...) writes about 2 minutes everyday. Plays golf every Wednesday.
(And, frankly, impressed with the collective imagination which has managed so far to fill out so many pages with purely whimsical speculation!)
This thread and a few others are a fond reminder of how this place can have interesting, enlightening, and humorous interactions. Those who object to such threads are often the same ones found at the bottom of an FSMer scrum arguing over some dopey issue or other.
(And, frankly, impressed with the collective imagination which has managed so far to fill out so many pages with purely whimsical speculation!)
This thread and a few others are a fond reminder of how this place can have interesting, enlightening, and humorous interactions. Those who object to such threads are often the same ones found at the bottom of an FSMer scrum arguing over some dopey issue or other.
Long live this thread.
Indeed. I enjoy these kind of threads very much. Collecting and appreciating film music is not a life and death matter. Some take themselves and their HOBBY (and it is a hobby) way too seriously. I get tired of the endless droning about what needs to be released and why everything must be expanded.
Now to the point of the thread. I could have pictured Jerry in an Outback. Though today a Texas Roadhouse would be even better. I always picture Jerry as a grilling kinda guy. But not a slap meat on fire type. We're talking master O' da grill. Every grilling choice a surprise.
Who trims John Williams' legendary beard? Or does he wave the "baton" over it himself? His beard is always the same perfect length, with nary a hair out of place.
Only his themes are greater than his beard, but not by much.
I've just had a hearty meal at Outback Steakhouse on Intl Drive in Orlando and didn't see any sign of Jerry. I even hung around for a few hours afterwards when the rest of the family (let's call them...normal people) left, but if the ponytailed one was hanging out today, he was avoiding me and the 10 CD's I had in my hand for him to sign
On a related note, are Paul Newman "Newman's Own" products available in the UK? Tall Guy and Bill Carson should have ready and immediate access to this stuff, especially the Italian Sausage jarred sauce.
I really want to know.
I also miss the Newman's Own lemonade. It was outstanding stuff.
On a related note, are Paul Newman "Newman's Own" products available in the UK? Tall Guy and Bill Carson should have ready and immediate access to this stuff, especially the Italian Sausage jarred sauce.
I really want to know.
I also miss the Newman's Own lemonade. It was outstanding stuff.
We do get Newman's Own French Dressing, but not from our local supermarket, oh no. We have to get it from Sainsbury's, but it's Mrs TG's favourite so I occasionally pick up a bottle on the way home from work, along with the 30 litre bin bags that they sell and which fit our kitchen bin a treat.
On a related note, are Paul Newman "Newman's Own" products available in the UK? Tall Guy and Bill Carson should have ready and immediate access to this stuff, especially the Italian Sausage jarred sauce.
We do get Newman's Own French Dressing, but not from our local supermarket, oh no. We have to get it from Sainsbury's, but it's Mrs TG's favourite so I occasionally pick up a bottle on the way home from work, along with the 30 litre bin bags that they sell and which fit our kitchen bin a treat.
There's a whole "range" of Newman's Own products, and they are of a uniformly excellent quality. Get thee to a Waitrose or that aforementioned Sainsbury's and partake in the goodness (if applicable).
Meister Brau, Lowenbrau, Schaeffer, Pabst Blue Ribbon. These are the voyages of the Starship Alcohol. It's ongoing mission. To exploit strange young men. To see out all female babes.
Did someone mention Löwenbräu?! Do they make that here in the States anymore? They sure did in 1978, when Jerry Goldsmith would have had easy access to beer and babes if he'd wanted them.
Love how these car salesmen types--including Robert "Father of Chris" Pine--get all sentimental once the red meat and suds obliterate their "tough guy" personas.
(this ad aired Nov 20, 1978 during the Miami Dolphins-Houston Oilers game, which the Dolphins lost, 35-30)
Bernard Herrmann lived a good part of his life in London, Herrmann liked a good steak around the capital, dining with Alfred Hitchcock its only the best.
One of the many things that made Goldsmith so great was his personality, in that he would be the ONLY film composer who would "stoop" to eating at such a middlebrow joint like Outback.
In this regard, Jerry was "one of us." Everything else about the man was pure, unassailable genius.
