We’d like to thank Cindy for sharing the following story.

Doing work for the Toronto International Film Festival in the mid-90’s I had occasion to regularly cross paths with a lot of celebrities, so I wasn’t habitually star-struck around famous people as a rule.

Anyhow one sunny hot September (or late August) Sunday afternoon I was at an industry party. It was one of the more informal annual film festival events at a large private home. Guests ranged from local Toronto film people to one of the cast members of the TV show “Friends” which was big at the time. I wasn’t feeling well and while in the kitchen getting some ice water, I was unpleasantly groped in the process by a very rude, very drunk famous director. Continue reading

Some Life Advice from Bill Murray

Editor: We’d like to thank Jeremy for his Bill Murray Story.

This story goes back several years. I’m pretty sure What About Bob? was already out at the time. Anyway, I was fortunate enough to have grown up on Dan Aykroyd’s property (my family lives within close proximity north of Kingston, Ontario).

One night, we went into what was then ‘Dan Aykroyd’s Ghetto House Cafe’ with The Tragically Hip, Aykroyd, and Murray. Though I was younger (17ish?), I was kind of placed on security detail.

After the party in town, we all went back to Dan’s lodge. I was just dropping off gifts, so I left my friend in the car, but Dan invited us both in to enjoy the festivities. Anyway, we kind of felt out of place in the camaraderie that was surrounding us, so we sat on one of Dan’s couches, eating and having a couple drinks, while talking amongst ourselves.

You have to understand, Dan’s couch was F’in huge. Really big. I’m sure there are people still lost in its cracks. So there we were, doing our thing, when Bill Murray grabbed one of the nearby kid-sized chairs and sat down facing my buddy Chris and I, looking just like a goofball. We talked for a little while, and then Bill asked me what I wanted to do with my life.

I mentioned something about going to school, to which his reply was:

“School sucks. It’s a waste of time and gets you nowhere. Don’t waste your life.”

Then he stood up and walked back to the party, leaving both my friend and I half dumbfounded.

Bill was an amazing guy to party with that night, an extremely kind and generous person. I’ve worked in the film biz for years and there’s a lot of assholes out there – but he can’t be classified anywhere close to those guys.

One Unbelievable Elevator Ride, Part 2

So there I was, walking down the 10th floor hallway of my building, with Bill Murray; who happened to be wearing a white dinner jacket that had been stained red with wine. It was either very late at night or very early in the morning, depending on how you want to look at it. For people like me that habitually work late nights, most of us are calling it a day by this time and going to bed. And for the early risers, 4am is usually too early.

Then there are the rest of the people who live in my building, the 75% majority where 4am is just too absurd of a time to even consider being awake, especially on a weekday. My point is, this is not the time or the place to have a raucous party by any means. Unless Bill Murray is in town, I thought as I noticed he was now taking swigs from a bottle of Harveys Bristol Cream. Continue reading

One Unbelievable Elevator Ride, Part 1

The building I live in has two elevators. One does not work and has never worked in the almost three years I’ve lived in the 70-year-old building. The other one, which does work, is a maintenance elevator. You know the kind; the ones that have the fence you pull across before you work the old fashioned brass controls. The ones that are huge inside and make you feel awkward and small, especially when you ride alone without even a piece of luggage.

I hate this elevator. I suppose I could take the stairs, but I live on the twelfth floor and its really not that awkward. More like one of those things you encounter on a daily basis that is annoying to some degree, but not a real problem. We all have these things, it is just a part of life. Continue reading