TIME OUT FOR BRUCE CAMPBELL
I TEMPORARILY INTERRUPT this long, sustained silence on this imitation blog to say:
NOW THAT I’VE GOT your search engine’s attention, let me point out that:
IT IS TRUE that I once was Bruce Campbell’s literary agent, and in that capacity it was my job to occasionally…
A) ACCOMPANY Bruce to horror movie conventions;
B) TAKE HIM TO RESTAURANTS, including the old-old Shopsin’s, in order to eat for free;
and C) CON MY FRIEND and colleague John Sellers into running a regular feature on Bruce in the pages of TIME OUT NEW YORK, a weekly magazine devoted to stopping time here in New York City.
(I ALSO SOLD Bruce’s first book, though given the advance I got for it, “SOLD” is a kind word. Luckily, Bruce was always kind, and he also made up it all up in royalties and awesomeness.)
NOW SELLERS HAS DUG UP the entire archive of BRUCE CAMPBELL WATCH ‘98, documenting its brief-but-bright, mayfly like life in print, and including…
THIS PHOTO OF BRUCE, who very gamely dropped by the TONY office’s after our Shopsin’s lunch to trash Sellers’s desk and, as you can see, visably disapprove of his portable CD player, once again proving that:
BRUCE CAMPBELL SAW THE DEATH OF HARD MEDIA coming from a mile away.
That is all.
(POST SCRIPT) if you look closely, you will also see The Big Brett Martin looking uncharacteristically ungrumpy. You will also see John Sellers making a joke about “Nick Freno, Licensed Teacher.” RIP Mitch Mullany.
