In 1986, I recorded with Brian Wilson. I was a young singer at the time and thrilled to be hired (along with two fabulous women) to sing on his album-in-progress. This was during a difficult time in Brian’s life when he was struggling to get back into his music. A couple years later, he would come out with his critically acclaimed solo album. But in 1986, he was in the midst of his struggle with music and his longtime therapist, Eugene Landy. Continue reading
I, like all of you, having been watching a media firestorm concerning the film, FIFTY SHADES OF GREY. I have read and heard the shaming and condemnation. (And yes, when we tell women that what they feel is silly, corrupt, or damaging to the future of all women, we are shaming and/or condemning.) I have seen the Facebook posts, the boycott petitions, and the open letters to our daughters. But here’s the thing… this film did not emerge out of nothing. Millions of women responded to and enjoyed this story. Given those numbers, I think it is safe to assume that some of those women are people we like, respect, and perhaps even love. Think about that for a moment. Continue reading
There’s something oddly satisfying about being exhausted at the end of the year. It makes me feel as though I squeezed out every experience and capitalized on every opportunity. It’s not true, of course. I enjoyed tons of down time and did a respectable amount of vegging—most of which involved going to the movies and binge watching Netflix and Hulu, and reading a few dozen books. Continue reading
TONY’S MOVIE FINALLY HITS THE BIG SCREEN!
Next to the birth of our children, our wedding, and an assortment of other reasonably important occasions, the opening of this particular film is one of the grandest landmarks of our marriage. Why? Because we survived!
When we are willing to do the work, remain flexible as to the means, and have unwavering belief in our ability to get it right—disappointment has no place to root. On the other hand, when our heart and mind are attached to a fixed outcome and timetable, disappointment digs deep and sprouts up like a nasty weed. Water those weeds with doubt, and soon we’ll have a field of despair where nothing positive can grow. Continue reading
So, there we were, sitting on the tarmac in St. Louis biding our time. Actually, the pilot had taxied our plane away from the gate to avoid the mandatory evacuation that is required after an hour or so of just sitting in a non-ventilated cabin, enjoying the slow ripening of 150 humans. He would chime in periodically to inform us of the status of the thunderstorms that had temporarily shut down La Guardia airport—apparently lightening is not a good thing. It was time for some ninja magic. Continue reading