The television show I'm most enjoying right now: There is a Hollywood story in David Niven's autobiography Bring on the Empty Horses, in which the screenwriter Charles MacArthur asks Charlie Chaplin how to make the comic pratfall scene of a person slipping on a banana peel new again. Chaplin suggests that MacArthur start with a lady walking down the street and cut to a shot of the banana peel on the sidewalk, which the lady steps over-right before she falls down a manhole.
I had to make a transition for survival from folk music, which was killed by the British Invasion. David Crosby was afraid that they were going to slap some kind of band on me and that it would ruin my music. So I made that record with voice and guitar. Then the record company sicced the band on me. It was called The Section, they were a good band for James Taylor and Linda Ronstadt, but they couldn't play my music.
She discovers a gift-wrapped necklace in his coat pocket and assumes it will be her Christmas present. Instead, when she opens it, she finds a CD of Joni Mitchell's Both Sides Now , and the realisation that he has given the jewellery to another woman. She goes upstairs, puts the album on, and we watch for a few tense minutes as the weight of betrayal and deceit hangs over her.
