Mon, 25 Jan 2021

Dolly Parton, Songteller | The story behind Dolly Parton's 9 to 5 and why she credits her nails

I remember when I first started doing TV [in Knoxville], I was a little scared of the camera. One cameraman said, "Just follow those two red lights on the camera with your eyes and pretend that they are the eyes of somebody you know. Pretend you're singing to a friend." So I kind of became friends with the camera. Because of all my TV experience, I was more comfortable with cameras than most people.

But the movies are a whole different world. As far as lighting and standing on your marks are concerned, there's a whole lot of stuff to learn. And you're not allowed to look at the camera, so I had to unlearn some things.

Lily and Jane were very helpful. Jane is the one who got me in the movie. She was thinking, "Dolly will get us the South." I told her later as a joke, "Well, I might get you some North and East and West, too," because I had a lot of fans.

Read more

A forty-five-year-old man-white male, father of three-awoke on the floor of his hotel room. He had been unconscious for five hours. He could barely move his legs. He did not know how he got there. He remembered only a flash of agony; he had given a speech in Rochester, New York, and returned to his room, where he felt a sensation akin to a cleaver parting his skull.

For months, he had ignored a strange ache in his head and neck, burying it in Tylenol, blaming it on the ludicrous rigour of running for president while heading the Judiciary Committee of the United States Senate. The campaign had ended in embarrassment-a product of his own arrogance, he admitted to himself-but the headaches had continued.

The man heaved himself onto the bed. From there, his assistant got him to a plane to Delaware, where doctors identified a cranial aneurysm, the ballooning of an artery that fed the brain.

Read more

I'm moving swiftly through the cobblestone streets of a small, sixteenth-century Mexican town complete with churches, plazas, and stone bridges over a meandering stream traversing this small gem of a location.

Hundreds of extras and technical people, as well as actors, are waiting in the heat for me to decide where, when, how. I'm in the middle of Zapata country, in Morelos state, two hours south of Mexico City.

On one street, I have 150 Mexican army soldiers dressed as Salvadoran troops circa 1980. On another street, neighing and pawing the pave stones impatiently are seventy horses with riders gathered from the best vaqueros in the state, a rebel cavalry. I've decided they're going to charge over a bridge onto the main plaza for a final overwhelming of besieged government forces.

There will be multiple explosions which we've set along the line of the charge. Between the two sides are several dozen villagers, civilians gathered as extras, who will scatter in all directions on cue.

Read more

Source: News24

More Connecticut News

Access More

Sign up for Connecticut State News

a daily newsletter full of things to discuss over drinks.and the great thing is that it's on the house!