OK, so call me a Twit
I continue to arrive in the the 21st century: Follow me on Twitter @jeffspevak1.
I started Tweeting last month because Steve Martin wasn’t doing interviews. But Martin is a big Tweet guy, with 2.7 million followers. Maybe, if I sent him some Tweets, he’d respond. That would be like an interview, right? So I directed four quick Tweets to him, each one focusing on an aspect of his life. Collecting art, playing the banjo, his comedy and his writing:
@SteveMartinToGo $120 million for Edvard Munch’s “The Scream?” Isn’t Thomas Kinkade a better investment?
@SteveMartinToGo Has the banjo ever figured in the commission of a serious crime? If so, I can’t find it.
@SteveMartinToGo What’s this about a curse on those who first enter the tune of King Tut? Are you OK?
@SteveMartinToGo In “Picasso at the Lapin Agile,” the painter encounters Albert Einstein in a bar. Ty Cobb could out-drink them both.
As best as I could figure, Martin never replied. Unless this was directed at me, I’m not sure:
Steve Martin @SteveMartinToGo
Working on reality show based on Venus’s transit across the Sun.
So he’s saying he’s too busy to respond right now. But I’ve made lots of new friends. Twitter recommended that I follow Alton Brown, who is one of my favorite celebrity chefs. And the actor George Takei. And comedian Albert Brooks. I’ve also discovered that I can use Tweeting for self-promotion:
I’ll have copies of my book “Chasing the Wind” at “First Fridays” at the Hungerford Building, 1115 E. Main St., Studio 307.
And restaurant reviews:
Favorite restaurant Mr. Dominic’s re-opened today. Just had the swordfish au poivre and grilled Lonsberry.
But mostly, it’s important stuff:
I just found a three-leaf clover. Pretty damn close!
UPDATE: The God Particle was found in that kitchen drawer where you keep twist ties and the keys to the car you traded in five years ago.
The Sadies at Abilene: I am comforted by any band with half-empty beer bottles sitting on the amps.
Looking forward to “Zappa Plays Zappa” tonight. And happy Pat Boone’s kids didn’t have the same idea.