Hayward, born Edythe Marriner, is one of my favorites, the epitome of the full-figured mature woman men, especially young ones, dream about. Although she won an Oscar and was nominated for Best Actress four other times, I believe she is under-rated, her name rarely mentioned among the greats. She wed twice, her first marriage producing twin sons. Her second was happy, and she mourned for five years when her husband died. She herself died at 57 from brain cancer. It has been speculated that she was exposed to radioactive toxins while filming The Conqueror (1957) in Utah. Fellow cast members John Wayne, Agnes Moorehead, John Hoyt, Pedro Armendarez and director Dick Powell all eventually succumbed to the disease. Here is a quote attributed to her: "My life is fair game for anybody. I spent an unhappy, penniless childhood in Brooklyn. I had to slug my way up in a town called Hollywood where people love to trample you to death. I don't relax because I don't know how. I don't want to know how. Life is too short to relax." One of the floating book shop's regular customers, Herbie, is frustrated at being unable to find her biography. I hope to someday surprise him with it. Here's a pic of Heyward:
It's throwback Friday. Last night Utah State's Nick Vigil, a sophomore, played both offense and defense. He rushed 16 times for 59 yards, and made nine tackles from his spot at linebacker in his team's upset of #18 BYU. Kudos, young man. Back in the day, we used to call it "going both ways," before that term took on another connotation. (Facts culled from IMDb)
Ever have one of those days when music sounds especially good? That was the case today. I visited my buddy Bags and we watched excerpts from a 1984 Deep Purple concert and one of Pink Floyd from 1994. I just wrote down the notes of Ritchie Blackmore's riff on Knockin' at Your Back Door, which I found at guitartab.com. It's not the way he plays it, but the melody is right. The Floyd tracks were unbelievable, musically and visually, especially Comfortably Numb, on which David Gilmour soared, performing as well as any musician is capable. And when I got into the car for the ten-minute ride home, the quality continued: Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová's beautiful ballad, Falling Slowly, Eva Cassidy's chilling rendition of Fever, and the super funky B 52's Good Stuff, a song that proves one can dance while seated.
So I didn't make any money today -- so what!
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