I just read an article in Slate about how, back in 1984, a science-fiction comedy film was made called Nothing Lasts Forever. It was directed by Tom Schiller, who had been a writer on SNL. The cast included some of the big stars at the time, including Bill Murray of course.
We’d like to thank Thomas Pickerel for sharing this story.
There we were, in NYC on the morning of September 26th, 1985, walking up Fifth Avenue, near the Trump Tower, when my buddy said, ¨Hey, there´s Bill Murray, signing an autograph for a cop¨ and, sure enough, there he was.
My buddy and I were on the way to Europe, from Seattle, and we were visiting New York for the first time. Hurricane Gloria was about to arrive, and it was raining pretty hard as we carried our backpacks from the Port Authority, over to 5th, and up towards a friends place on the Upper East side where we were planning to stay. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Catherine Belmont for the following story.
Climbing the spiral staircase to our morning class was an effort on a very cold grey day. Students hurrying up the five flights of stairs rushing in just before Madame started class. It was a grammar class, we were asked to speak only in French. The room over looked the Eiffel Tower in the distance. The class was for students attending the Sorbonne who were just beginning to learn French. We all struggled to learn as quickly as possible. Living in Paris was a once in a lifetime experience.
As class ended I noticed a new face in the crowd of students, how odd to see Bill Murray. I went to my next class across the Seine. It was a Phonenique class. Bill walked in and sat down next to me. He wore Converse tennis shoes and pulled out a Mont Blanc pen to take notes. The professor called him William. I smiled and introduced myself. He said he had finished a film and wanted to take a few classes. I had just put my career in publishing on hold and decided to attend the Sorbonne and live in Paris for a year. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Pam Victor for sharing this story.
When I was just out of college, sometime around 1988, I worked as a PA in television production. I was sent to the Brill Building – where Broadway Video was (maybe still is?) – to drop off a tape with our director.
Bill Murray got on the elevator with me. He was talking to his colleagues but being really goofy and kept looking over to see if I was laughing. It seemed like he was flirty with me, but maybe that was just in my 21 year old head. I was a HUUUUUUUGE Bill Murray fan, but determined to be cool about it, so I didn’t respond and just kept looking ahead (like a good New Yorker).
I hope he couldn’t hear me scream in excitement after he got off at his floor.