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Two More Shoes Drop
31/7/07 10:02There's that folk belief that Big Deaths (tm) come in threes. Yesterday was Ingmar Bergman. Today I learn that Michelangelo Antonioni and Tom Snyder are gone.
When I was living in Los Angeles in 1976, my mother would stay up until after Johnny Carson in order to watch Snyder, whom she called "Diamond Eyes" (?? ::shrug::). He was the oddest interviewer--he'd ramble on about something he'd done that weekend, assuming that his guest would be as interested in him as he was in her. He asked good questions, sometimes the exact question that you'd be thinking at home. He interviewed Charles Manson, and John Lennon, and Ayn Rand, and Kiss. He didn't crack wise, wasn't a standup comic, wasn't even particularly witty; he mostly listened and responded. Oh, and smoked. He was always talking from a cloud of cigarette smoke--oh transgressive days. He was kind of dorky, and kind of cool, and opened the door for the cool dorks who came after.
When I was living in Los Angeles in 1976, my mother would stay up until after Johnny Carson in order to watch Snyder, whom she called "Diamond Eyes" (?? ::shrug::). He was the oddest interviewer--he'd ramble on about something he'd done that weekend, assuming that his guest would be as interested in him as he was in her. He asked good questions, sometimes the exact question that you'd be thinking at home. He interviewed Charles Manson, and John Lennon, and Ayn Rand, and Kiss. He didn't crack wise, wasn't a standup comic, wasn't even particularly witty; he mostly listened and responded. Oh, and smoked. He was always talking from a cloud of cigarette smoke--oh transgressive days. He was kind of dorky, and kind of cool, and opened the door for the cool dorks who came after.