"I passed by a hallway a little later during the party and saw Hunter talking alone with Keith Richards, which was absolutely amazing to hear. It sounded like two dogs barking at one another, or the secret language of dolphins. It was almost nonverbal, but they both seemed to be understanding what the other one was saying."
-- From Gonzo, the big oral history of Hunter Thompson that Jann Wenner put out a few months ago. It's been a good guilty pleasure in the five minutes before I fall asleep.
Elsewhere, my Q&As with Stephen Malkmus, Dave Eggers and Wallace Shawn, who, after more than ten years has finished a new play, Grasses of a Thousand Colors, something I was very pumped to learn. TONY theater writer David Cote pointed out another interview with Shawn in which he's equally tight-lipped about the new play. But the full transcript of the conversation, with Don Shewey, ends on a very funny note:
Were you happy with Scott [Elliott's] production [of The Threepenny Opera]?
SHAWN: I adored it, I thought it was the most amazing group of performers.
I wish I agreed. I so didn’t like the production, the style didn’t work for me.
SHAWN: How would you…turn off that tape recorder and tell me how you would characterize your objections….
Oh man, I hope he pretended to turn it off and kept rolling. But I must say I skipped that production, though I love Threepenny in theory. For years I've been saying someone should do a DIY site-specific production in an abandoned building somewhere. Just not me.
And here are my photos from the Murakami preview. (More on the Flickr.) The retrospective strikes me as mostly over-hyped, slick and soulless, but breezy eye candy nonetheless. I can't deny there's some fun stuff here. This was my favorite: