Bill Murray Saved My Life

madison square garden
We’d like to thank Andrew Arnett for sharing this story

On January 22, 1982, Bill Murray saved my life.

I was at Madison Square Garden to see The Police with my friend Pete. We had tickets in the blue section, or “Blue Heaven” as it was referred to, because it was all the way back and up. From there the stage looked like a matchbox and the entertainers like ants. We agreed the situation was unacceptable and, while the Go Go’s played their opening set, decided to make our move.

We dropped down the wall into green section, snuck by the guard into yellow section, hopped over a small rail to get into orange then, there it was – red section splayed out in front of us like the promised land, with the front row beckoning.

There was only one problem. The entire perimeter of red section was heavily patrolled by security. I cautioned Pete. I suggested we hunker down in orange for a while, at least until the Go Go’s played “Our Lips Are Sealed”, and then wait for an opening. Continue reading

5th Avenue during Hurricane Gloria in 1985

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

Paris 1985

Shakespeare and Company in Paris
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