Here’s a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can’t anticipate how you’ll feel afterward. People will tell you a few may be close to right, none exactly right.
When I was on a major label I felt obliged to say yes to every interview, tour and whatever else. The label is always telling you, ‘This ain’t going to last,’ so I worked myself half to death. I learnt from that and I like to pace myself now.
If you think aficionados of a living Constitution want to bring you flexibility, think again. You think the death penalty is a good idea? Persuade your fellow citizens to adopt it. You want a right to abortion? Persuade your fellow citizens and enact it. That’s flexibility.
I think that much of this was running in background as I contemplated whether or not to attend the PS 99 reunion, although I certainly anticipated that I would not it smelled like death, not youth.
As a reward for their efforts, however, those early Christians were beaten, stoned to death, thrown to the lions, tortured and crucified. Every conceivable method was used to stop them from talking.
I was in two episodes playing Christopher Reeve’s character’s emissary. They wanted to have my character announce Dr Swan’s death, which I thought was exploitative.