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Happy Birthday, John Lithgow!

It’s John Lithgow’s birthday, and he is celebrating by publishing a crossword puzzle in the New York Times! 

The multi-talented actor has earned two Tonys, six Emmys, two Golden Globes, three SAG awards, and four Drama Desk awards, as well as having been nominated for two Oscars and four Grammys.

Now he’s added Puzzle Constructor to the list of accomplishments. John Lithgow, with his collaborating puzzle constructor, the veteran puzzlemaster Brendan Emmett Quigley. Photo: NYTimes

When asked by the Times to name his favorite word, he declines at first, but ultimately “comes up with ‘eldritch,’ an intriguing word that means sinister and eerie.” Fitting for a man born twelve days before Halloween!

Here’s his puzzle:

Lithgow appears as Fat Amy’s dad in PITCH PERFECT 3. “I didn’t know how to handle the job offer when it came in. I hadn’t seen the Pitch Perfect movies,” John told Hollywood Life.

“It was very hard to squeeze it into my schedule so I told my agent, ‘Let’s not even try for this.’  He said, ‘Okay, but just watch Pitch Perfect 2, so you know what you’re turning down.”

John then revealed that as soon as he saw Rebel Wilson as Fat Amy, he couldn’t stop laughing at the movie. “I called my agent and said, ‘Get me back in this! I want to do this,’” adding he immediately started doing an Australian accent and saying, “I want to be close to my daughter!”

PITCH PERFECT 3 stars Anna Kendrick, Rebel Wilson, Hailee Steinfeld, Brittany Snow, Anna Camp, John Lithgow, DJ Khaled, Hana Mae Lee, Ruby Rose, Chrissie Fit, Ester Dean, John Michael Higgins and Elizabeth Banks. Opens December 2017.

 

BEHIND THE SCENES: THE AWESOME KUNG FU IN BIRTH OF THE DRAGON

Get a behind-the-scenes look at all the action from Birth of the Dragon, the film inspired by the epic fight between Bruce Lee and Wong Jack Man, in theaters now.

The fight is ON. See the story behind the epic CONTROVERSIAL fight in San Francisco in 1964. Inspired by a true story.

PLEASE GO SEE THIS FILM!

THE BRUCE LEE FIGHT NOBODY KNOWS ABOUT

Bruce Lee fought Wong Jack Man in one of the most controversial fights of all time. Above is the all-new trailer for BIRTH OF THE DRAGON, inspired by this true event, in theaters August 25th.

The outcome of this fight is passionately disputed among martial artists, yet most people have never heard about this secret match in 1964. Michael Dorgan writes about the event on taichisanjose.com.

Dorgan calls it “Bruce Lee’s Toughest Fight.”

His account begins, “As a 30-year-old freelance journalist with more than 10 years of training in Okinawan Karate and Korean Taekwondo, I moved to San Francisco from the Midwest in 1978 primarily to learn Chinese martial arts. The teacher I found there was Wong Jack Man, and from his students and other martial artists I began to hear whispers of an epic fight he had had with Bruce Lee. Master Wong himself, however, never mentioned the fight. But after a lot of cajoling, he finally agreed to give his first public account of the battle, which was published in the July, 1980, issue of Official Karate magazine.” Wong Jack Man, 1964. 

Dorgan sets the stage: “It may have been the most savagely elegant exhibition of unarmed combat of the century. Yet, at a time when top fighters tend to display their skills only in huge closed-circuited arenas, this battle was fought in virtual secrecy behind locked doors. And at a time when millions of dollars can ride on the outcome of a championship fight, these champions of another sort competed not for money, but for more personal and passionate reasons.

“The time was late winter, 1964; the setting was a small kung fu school in Oakland, California. Poised at the center of the room, with approximately 140 pounds packed tightly on his 5’7″ frame, was the operator of the school, a 24-year old martial artist of Chinese ancestry but American birth who, within a few years, would skyrocket to international attention as a combination fighter/film star. A few years after that, at age 32, he would die under mysterious circumstances. His name, of course, was Bruce Lee.”Bruce Lee, 1964

Dorgan continues, “Also poised in the center of the room was another martial artist. Taller but lighter, with his 135 pounds stretched thinly over 5’10”, this fighter was also 24 and also of Chinese descent. Born in Hong Kong and reared in the south of mainland China, he had only recently arrived in San Francisco’s teeming Chinatown, just across the bay from Oakland. Though over the next 15 years he would become widely known in martial arts circles and would train some of America’s top martial artists, he would retain a near disdain for publicity and the commercialization of his art, and consequently would remain unknown to the general public. His name: Wong Jack Man.”

Wong Jack Man, 1964

Dorgan elaborates: “What happened after the fighters approached the center of the room has become a chapter of Chinatown’s “wild history,” that branch of Chinese history usually anchored in fact but always richly embellished by fantasy, a history that tells much about a time and place with little that’s reliable about any particular incident. Exactly how the fight proceeded and just who won are still matters of controversy, and will likely remain so. But from the few available firsthand accounts and other evidence, it is possible to piece together a reasonably reliable picture that reveals two overriding truths. First, considering the skill of the opponents and the complete absence of referees, rules, and safety equipment, it was one hell of a fight that took place that day in December. And second, Bruce Lee, who was soon to rival Mao Tse Tung as the world’s most famous Chinese personality, was dramatically affected by the fight…”

The events of the fight differ in accounts from the time. Even the outcome is unclear: who really won? Both sides claim victory.

But this much is undisputed: Bruce changed his fighting style after the showdown, created a new martial art form called Jeet Kune Do, and landed his first starring role in Hollywood as Kato on the Green Hornet. He went on to become a huge star and an everlasting icon of pop culture — the Dragon. Bruce Lee, 1966  

So come see the movie August 25 and witness the BIRTH OF THE DRAGON !

 

 

 

NEW TRAILER: BIRTH OF THE DRAGON — IN THEATERS AUGUST 25

BlumHouse Tilt and WWE Studios have just released the new trailer for BIRTH OF THE DRAGON.

Collider reports:

“One of the most dramatic and controversial fights of Bruce Lee‘s career did not take place on the silver screen or even in front of a cheering crowd but rather behind closed doors, a private mano a mano contest between martial arts masters. Believed to have stemmed from a conflict over Lee teaching Chinese martial arts to Caucasian men, the tension escalated to the point that Lee and instructor Wong Jack Man came to blows in a bout for honor. A new trailer for Birth of the Dragon sets up this story in dramatic fashion.

To be clear, this film isn’t a straight biopic of Lee’s life and career but rather takes inspiration from this legendary fight. It took place before Lee’s Hollywood star status really took off, though he had already been acting in Chinese films from an early age. A couple of years after this match, he would star as Kato on both The Green Hornet and in a few episodes of Batman before embracing his feature film status.”

Bill Murray sings “Happy Street”

Bill Murray is back to put a smile on your face. This time he’s doing it by chirping out a catchy tune with old pal Paul Shaffer.

“When he’s not busy having dinner with David Letterman,” writes Ryan Bort in Newsweek, “former Late Show band leader Paul Shaffer is making new music of his own. The late-night icon on March 17 is releasing an album called Paul Shaffer & The World’s Most Dangerous Band that’s filled with guest appearances from some of Shaffer’s favorite musicians, and also Bill Murray.

Bort continues: “Rhino, the label behind the album, on Wednesday released an animated video for “Happy Street” that features Murray singing lead vocals. “When life is feeling sweet / It has a certain beat / Everything’s groovy when / You’re walking down happy street,” the song begins. The video feature a number of nods to Murray’s career, referencing films such as The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, Scrooged and Stripes.”

“When things ain’t cool / Here’s my real simple rule / Why not just change / Your point of view,” the actor sings.

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE 40TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL — Pictured: (l-r) Paul Shaffer, Bill Murray during the Marty and Beyonce skit on February 15, 2015 — (Photo by: Theo Wargo/NBC/NBCU Photo Bank via Getty Images)

Bob Dylan’s Nobel Speech: “I Never Asked, ‘Are My Songs Literature?’ “

 

reprinted from nobelprize.org.

This is the text of the banquet speech by Bob Dylan, delivered by the United States Ambassador to Sweden Azita Raji, at the Nobel Banquet, 10 December 2016:

“Good evening, everyone. I extend my warmest greetings to the members of the Swedish Academy and to all of the other distinguished guests in attendance tonight. I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but please know that I am most definitely with you in spirit and honored to be receiving such a prestigious prize. Being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature is something I never could have imagined or seen coming. From an early age, I’ve been familiar with and reading and absorbing the works of those who were deemed worthy of such a distinction: Kipling, Shaw, Thomas Mann, Pearl Buck, Albert Camus, Hemingway. These giants of literature whose works are taught in the schoolroom, housed in libraries around the world and spoken of in reverent tones have always made a deep impression. That I now join the names on such a list is truly beyond words.

“I don’t know if these men and women ever thought of the Nobel honor for themselves, but I suppose that anyone writing a book, or a poem, or a play anywhere in the world might harbor that secret dream deep down inside. It’s probably buried so deep that they don’t even know it’s there.

“If someone had ever told me that I had the slightest chance of winning the Nobel Prize, I would have to think that I’d have about the same odds as standing on the moon. In fact, during the year I was born and for a few years after, there wasn’t anyone in the world who was considered good enough to win this Nobel Prize. So, I recognize that I am in very rare company, to say the least.

“I was out on the road when I received this surprising news, and it took me more than a few minutes to properly process it. I began to think about William Shakespeare, the great literary figure. I would reckon he thought of himself as a dramatist. The thought that he was writing literature couldn’t have entered his head. His words were written for the stage. Meant to be spoken not read. When he was writing Hamlet, I’m sure he was thinking about a lot of different things: “Who’re the right actors for these roles?” “How should this be staged?” “Do I really want to set this in Denmark?” His creative vision and ambitions were no doubt at the forefront of his mind, but there were also more mundane matters to consider and deal with. “Is the financing in place?” “Are there enough good seats for my patrons?” “Where am I going to get a human skull?” I would bet that the farthest thing from Shakespeare’s mind was the question “Is this literature?”

When I started writing songs as a teenager, and even as I started to achieve some renown for my abilities, my aspirations for these songs only went so far. I thought they could be heard in coffee houses or bars, maybe later in places like Carnegie Hall, the London Palladium. If I was really dreaming big, maybe I could imagine getting to make a record and then hearing my songs on the radio. That was really the big prize in my mind. Making records and hearing your songs on the radio meant that you were reaching a big audience and that you might get to keep doing what you had set out to do.

“Well, I’ve been doing what I set out to do for a long time, now. I’ve made dozens of records and played thousands of concerts all around the world. But it’s my songs that are at the vital center of almost everything I do. They seemed to have found a place in the lives of many people throughout many different cultures and I’m grateful for that.

“But there’s one thing I must say. As a performer I’ve played for 50,000 people and I’ve played for 50 people and I can tell you that it is harder to play for 50 people. 50,000 people have a singular persona, not so with 50. Each person has an individual, separate identity, a world unto themselves. They can perceive things more clearly. Your honesty and how it relates to the depth of your talent is tried. The fact that the Nobel committee is so small is not lost on me.

“But, like Shakespeare, I too am often occupied with the pursuit of my creative endeavors and dealing with all aspects of life’s mundane matters. “Who are the best musicians for these songs?” “Am I recording in the right studio?” “Is this song in the right key?” Some things never change, even in 400 years.

“Not once have I ever had the time to ask myself, “Are my songs literature?”

“So, I do thank the Swedish Academy, both for taking the time to consider that very question, and, ultimately, for providing such a wonderful answer.

My best wishes to you all,

Bob Dylan”

 

Bill Murray Finally Called

Reprinted from the Washington Post, here is a hilarious two part story by national arts reporter Geoff Edgers. Attempting to profile Bill Murray to coincide with the ceremony to award this year’s  Mark Twain prize for Humor, the reporter pursues a phone interview with the elusive comic actor. Filled with fresh anecdotes, the article is a hoot. Having failed to land the interview, Edgers published the piece.

And then Bill called.

The greatest role of Bill Murray’s life has been playing Bill Murray.

by Geoff Edgers

Let’s start with one of those crazy Bill Murray stories.

A couple of years ago, a guy named Ted Melfi had a movie idea and desperately wanted Murray to star. Except Melfi had never made a movie before. In a normal universe, unknown first-timers can’t get scripts through managers to major stars.

Except that Murray doesn’t have a manager. Or a publicist. Or an assistant. He has an 800 number and voice mail. Melfi wrangled that number from a producer friend.

He left messages. Lots of messages. Then one day, Murray called. He asked Melfi to meet him at Los Angeles International Airport. They drove around and ate cheeseburgers, talked script, and then Murray told Melfi the news. He’d do the movie. “St. Vincent” came out in 2014, a critical and commercial success.

“I owe everything I have in my life to Bill Murray, outside of my general health,” Melfi says.

We are on the phone because I am pretending that Melfi’s story is my primary interest when, in fact, it’s just a decoy. I want the 800 number. I don’t have a script to pitch. I have a story to do. On Sunday, Murray will receive the Kennedy Center’s Mark Twain Prize for American Humor. In July, my editor assigned a profile, and I’ve been trying to reach him ever since. Talking to other famous people about Murray has been easy. Over several weeks, I’ve interviewed David Letterman and Howard Stern, directors Ivan Reitman, Wes Anderson and Sofia Coppola, former “Saturday Night Live” colleagues Dan Aykroyd and Laraine Newman, and legendary SNL writer Jim Downey. But no Billy.

I tell this to Melfi. I also explain that I’ve been told — through a message from the comedian’s attorney — that Murray might be mad at me, though I wasn’t sure why. I had responded by sending Murray a note, through that attorney, to clear the air. Still, nothing. Would Melfi be kind enough to pass me Murray’s number? He laughs.

“There’s an unwritten law with Bill, and everybody knows it,” he says. “You don’t give out his contact information ever. And no one will ever do it.”

There’s a moment of silence on the phone.

“You don’t need Bill Murray to make it a great story,” Melfi says. “ ‘Bill Murray was unavailable for this story.’ That’s the story of Bill Murray.”

‘He took all the light bulbs’

Actually, there are many stories of Bill Murray.

Murray was a guest on the debut of “Late Night With David Letterman” in 1982. He began a hilarious, mock-harangue of Letterman followed by a lengthy mock-apology. (Nancy Kaye/AP) 

Here’s one from David Letterman.

Friday, Jan. 29, 1982. Letterman is nervous. Back then, he’s not the retired king of late night. He’s a gaptoothed, former weatherman from Indiana fresh off a canceled morning show. “Late Night With David Letterman” is set to premiere Monday. The host leaves his office to film a remote. While he’s gone, Bill Murray, the guest scheduled for the debut, stops by to meet with his writers.

When Letterman returns, the “Late Night” offices are dark, the staff gone. The receptionist delivers a report.

“First, he took all the light bulbs out of the writers’ room because it was hard to concentrate with artificial light,” Letterman recounts. “Then he said, ‘You know what we really need to do?’ Then Bill takes the writers out for rum. They say there was drinking and they all got really drunk and had to go home. And I thought, ‘Oh, God, what’s happened here?’ ”

That Monday, Murray blasted onto the set and began a hilarious, mock harangue of Letterman followed by a lengthy mock apology. Hopping out of his chair, he spoofed the aerobics craze by performing Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical.” It was a model for future Murray appearances.

“Somebody would always come up to me and say: ‘We have a problem. Bill is not here yet,’ ” Letterman says. “And each time that happened, I learned to not take it seriously. Bill was never late. Never missed a performance and was always well prepared and the best thing of the year on the show.”

Conflict can serve creativity

The Twain Prize is the most prestigious comedy award in the field, with past winners including Richard Pryor, Carol Burnett, Steve Martin, Eddie Murphy and Tina Fey. You would think the latest recipient would want to talk about it.

Not Murray. As August turns to September, he remains elusive. His attorney won’t reply to my emails or calls. His friends — Melfi, Reitman, writer Mitch Glazer, producer Fred Roos — offer sympathy but decline my plea for help. They don’t want to annoy him by nagging.

I wait by the phone. What makes the Murray silence so frustrating is how easy it is to track him.

During the months he’s avoiding me, he’s spotted plucking fries off the plate of a random diner at an airport, tending bar in Brooklyn, leading an “America” cheer at the Ryder Cup golf tournament, and cheering on the Cubs.

Of course, there’s a big difference between sitting in the bleachers and sitting for an interview. True profiles of Murray are hard to find. Perhaps the most revealing piece about him dates to 1988 when the late Timothy White, in the New York Times Magazine, visited Murray and his first wife, Mickey, at their home by the Hudson.

Last year, Glazer persuaded Murray to participate in his Vanity Fair cover story, but “even that wasn’t easy, and I’ve known him since 1977.”

Occasionally, as a favor to a filmmaker, Murray will do those interviews pegged to a movie that’s coming out. But even those arrangements rarely go as planned. At the Toronto Film Festival for the premiere of “St. Vincent,” Melfi remembers Murray disappearing at one point. Instead of doing more press, he had gone to a friend’s house to make waffles.

This is the Everyman Murray, the crasher of kickball games and karaoke jams, who would rather borrow your 10-speed than preen on a red carpet. Friends have been describing his feelings about receiving the Twain as “ambivalent.” And don’t try to talk business with Bill.

“You just don’t do it,” Aykroyd says. “Talk about anything else and everything else and you start to bring up the business, like some kind of pitch, like you’re trying to angle him, you’ll turn around and there are those taillights. That’s the Maserati turning. Go chase him. You aren’t going to catch him.”

‘Same old thing’

Howard Stern remembers the first time he noticed him. It was 1977, and Murray had been brought in to replace Chevy Chase, a huge star, on SNL.

“My first reaction was, who the f— is this guy to come on?” Stern says. “And then, like out of nowhere, he started doing that thing. The lounge singer. He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t trying to win me over. But he won the audience over in minutes and didn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat.”

Murray’s “Saturday Night Live” lounge singer character Nick was “so happy and so unapologetic,” says Jim Downey, who was a writer for the show. “You don’t end up feeling sorry for him.” (Alan Singer/NBC/NBCU Photo Bank via Getty Images)

“Nick,” as the character went by, left his shirt open and wore a red neckerchief. His medleys could dart from Crystal Gayle to John Williams’s “Star Wars” theme, campy lyrics added with fluttering eyelashes. In another performer’s hands, the joke might have been a mockery of every Holiday Inn lounge lizard. With Murray, Nick became not just forgivable but lovable.

“The character is so happy and so unapologetic,” says Downey. “You don’t end up feeling sorry for him. It’s a strange, acquired taste, and typically most people don’t find the bad version of something funny.”

Bill Murray playing at the 2016 Ryder Cup Celebrity Matches in Chaska, Minn., in September. Early in his career, he worried that working on the movie “Meatballs” would cut into his time on the fairways. (Sam Greenwood/Getty Images)

Murray’s leap from SNL to movies may seem natural now. John Belushi and Chase had gone before, and many others would go later. But at a point when most young actors would just be grateful for a bit part, Murray haggled over his starring role in “Meatballs.” It wasn’t about the money. Reitman scheduled the shoot for the summer of 1978. Murray worried that making the summer-camp comedy would cut into his time playing golf and baseball during the SNL break. When Murray finally agreed, though, he came to work. The first day on the set Reitman noticed the actor holding a rumpled script.

“Up to that moment, I wasn’t really sure he had read it. The first thing that he said was, ‘This is crap,’ ” Reitman says. “The first scene is where he’s introduced to the CITs [counselors in training]. He did the script, but he changed every single line.”

Murray would largely improvise the film’s famous “It just doesn’t matter” speech, and at one point, Reitman got a closer look at the actor’s copy of the script. He had scribbled the letters “SOT” on almost every page. It stood for “Same Old Thing.”

“The first mistake people make is to think because he is so spontaneous and puts on an air of not caring that he doesn’t care. But the fact is, he really does care about the work and is very precise and professional about how he conducts himself,” Reitman says. “He hated guys who went for the most obvious. He’d say: ‘I’ve seen that before. I’ve seen some version of that before. It’s the easy joke.’ ”

‘Wake me the hell up’

There is a purpose to how Bill Murray lives his life.

Aykroyd, who co-starred in the first two “Ghostbusters” movies, talks of the failed attempt, over years, to persuade Murray to star in a third. The money was good, the studio was behind it and his co-stars wanted in. In the end, Murray refused. He did agree to a cameo for this year’s reboot with Melissa McCarthy and Kristen Wiig.

Aykroyd brings up G.I. Gurdjieff as a way of explaining his friend. Murray admires the Russian mystic.

“Conflict in the Gurdjieffian philosophy can serve creativity,” Aykroyd says. “Billy believes you’ve got to stir things up. You don’t just put your marbles against the wall. You go in there and you either go through the wall or you knock a marble so it knocks another marble out. From friction comes heat and from heat comes creative power and a flame.”

Talking about his public improvisations two years ago, Murray seemed to reference Gurdjieff.

“My hope always,” Murray said in an interview scheduled to support “St. Vincent,” “is that it’s going to wake me up. And if I see someone that’s out cold on their feet, I go, okay, I’m going to try to wake that person up. It’s what I want someone to do for me: Wake me the hell up.”

Professionally, there have also been “wake-ups.” In 1984, he agreed to do “Ghostbusters” only if the studio paid for him to remake “The Razor’s Edge,” a drama set in World War I and based on W. Somerset Maugham’s book. Murray played World War I veteran Larry Darrell.

“Ghostbusters” came out in June, setting box-office records and bringing Murray praise for playing sweetly sarcastic Dr. Peter Venkman. “The Razor’s Edge” came out in October and bombed. Murray didn’t brush off the commercial failure and sign on for “Caddyshack II.” Instead, he moved to Paris. He read books. And he turned down lucrative movie roles. He would not return to star in a film for four years until 1988’s “Scrooged.”

Even if “The Razor’s Edge” failed to score at the box office, it did reach a teenager in suburban Texas.

Wes Anderson rode his bike to a local video store to rent the film on Betamax and watched it with his brothers in the family’s wood-paneled TV room. Larry Darrell stuck with him.

“He was sort of poetic and heroic and very sad,” Anderson writes in an email, “but I remember what we also thought: He’s still funny.”

Years later, Anderson would think of Darrell again when he was writing the role of boozy, broken businessman Herman Blume. Bill Murray agreed to be cast and Anderson made “Rushmore.”

‘I’ll try to kill this’

So why won’t Murray talk to me?

For weeks, I blamed Laraine Newman.

I had spoken to the actress and comedian, an original SNL cast member, on Aug. 22. It had not gone particularly well. Newman has had some bad experiences with the media. With me, she was uneasy with questions I thought were straightforward. For example, what did she think of Murray’s willingness to take a risk like “The Razor’s Edge”?

“One can never know what another person is thinking,” Newman said. “I don’t think he would like anybody describing what his thoughts and motives are. He of all people would detest that. It’s unfair. Nothing could be more alienating than being misrepresented. Even if it’s something good.”

We talked about their friendship over the years. About how once he stopped by her house with a bag of avocados. About how Newman, years ago, had gone through a difficult breakup, and Billy had come by, in a convertible, and they’d gone for a long ride that helped her feel better.

But what she didn’t tell me, until confirming weeks later in a follow-up call, was that she had been uneasy enough about our interview to send Murray a warning.

Newman pulled up the exchange and read part of it to me over the phone.

Murray was already “horrified,” though we couldn’t determine if that was embarrassment about being singled out for the Twain.

Then he responded to her concerns about me.

“I’ll try to kill this,” he wrote.

The interview? The story? My career?

I mulled this over for weeks, imagining Newman’s exchange was why I couldn’t get the courtesy of a return call from Murray’s attorney, David Nochimson.

Then I talked with Joel Murray. He’s the youngest of the nine Murray kids and also an actor. He heard me out and then told me to let it go. It wasn’t my fault. He suspected his older brother never planned to meet with me.

“You can’t beat yourself up,” said Joel Murray. “It’s like dealing with a terrorist. They don’t care if they die. He doesn’t care about publicity at all.”

Bill Murray visits the doctor

But maybe there’s still a way to end this on a high note. With another story.

This comes from Letterman.

Last spring, Murray wrote to tell Letterman he was in New York and would love to get together. Letterman looked at his schedule. It was tight. The only day he had at least partially open was a day when he would be getting immunization shots for a trip to India. He gave Murray the address.

“The following day, I’m in Dr. Hartman’s office and I’m in the examining room and I’m in my underpants,” Letterman says, “and there’s Dr. Hartman, a lovely fellow, and he’s got his lab coat on and he’s beginning to explain all of the different things he’s going to vaccinate me against. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the examining room door, and I think, ‘I bet this is an assistant or somebody wanting to take blood.’ ‘Hi, Bill,’ I say, in my underpants. And the doctor, of course, is stunned. Oh, Bill Murray. So Bill comes on in. We’re squeezed in there the three of us. He starts yakking to the doctor about this and what are you going to give him and that because Bill had been to India.”

Letterman offers one of his patented cackles and stops telling the story.

“It was so crazy I’m having trouble explaining it. I’m in my underpants. There’s Bill Murray, and I’m getting injected. That’s not right, is it? That’s a violation of the Hippocratic oath, isn’t it? So now he starts giving me all of the injections, so Bill looks at me in my underpants and says, ‘Have you been lifting?’ ”

I tried to reach Bill Murray for weeks. Here’s what happened when he finally called me back.

by Geoff Edgers

At 12:39 p.m., a couple hours after my giant story about Bill Murray not calling me is published, the phone rings.

It’s Bill Murray. He is in New York on the way to the airport.

“I’m sorry you’re not here in this taxi on the way to JFK,” he says. “I’ve got some Swiss chocolate.”

I tell him I’ve been trying to reach him for weeks. That I had given up. He tells me he had heard that but he didn’t know what to say. He finally dialed my cell after nudging from former “Saturday Night Live” writer Jim Downey, a close friend of his.

I mention that the story is actually done.

“I didn’t read the article,” he says. “I don’t even know where the article is or when it came out. I was calling you on the chance you hadn’t written it because they all said I would enjoy the experience of speaking with you.”

So we talk. We talk about the Chicago Cubs, who he believes are going to turn it around, and musician John Prine, who I mention first, for no particular reason other than that I’ve been listening to him recently, and Murray, as luck would have it, perks up. He tried to actually get the Kennedy Center to bring in Prine for Sunday’s Mark Twain Prize for American Humor ceremony. It didn’t work out.

“I thought it would have been a nice deal because John Prine can make you laugh like no else can make you laugh,” he says.

It is clear that Murray, as I’ve heard from some of his friends, is truly conflicted about receiving this honor. But he’s going through with it. Letterman, Ivan Reitman, Jane Curtin, Emma Stone — they’ll all be there to fête him.

“I really thought if I don’t answer the phone for awhile, maybe they’ll just move on to someone else,” says Murray. “But all these people called from everywhere. This is so great. Ugh. If this [NLCS] goes to a Game 6 or 7, which it is going to, I’m not going to be there. I’m going to be there [at the Kennedy Center] having people say, ‘Oh, he’s a funny, funny man.’ I’d much rather be sitting there in a good box seat at Wrigley Field. The game the other night was so much fun. It was delirium. And I was looking forward to more of that. I just have to have faith that they have a TV backstage. It’s very hard to find a transistor radio anymore.”

We talk about the timing of his call. My story – which I worked on for months, and included more than a dozen attempts to interview him – was published a few hours earlier. I tell him that it was a struggle to profile somebody without talking to him, but that, in the end, I felt as if the piece worked. I get a hint of what it might be like to pick the brain of a creative master, the man who has never been satisfied with just doing things the way they’ve always been done.

“I find that if you’re put in a box, you have to find something that you never would have found,” Murray says. “I find that to be almost always the case. Actually, always the case. I will figure out how to do that.”

I tell him I appreciated the kind words from Downey and Norm Macdonald, who Murray says both spoke highly of me. But that at a certain point, I was almost glad he didn’t call.

“I did fear you would call at the last minute and then I’d have to rewrite the whole damn thing,” I say.

“And then I did,” says Murray. “Sorry.”

“No,” I tell him. “It’s published. I can’t go back on it.”

“Then you can relax and enjoy the weekend,” he says.

If only. We talk more about the Cubs, but I already know that he has gummed up the works a bit, but in a good way: I now have to figure a way out of the box, how to tell the story of a subject who won’t talk for his own story until he will, and how he does it when you’re least expecting it.

“It’ll be all right,” he says, really talking about the Twain ceremony this weekend. “We’ll get through this. I’ve got to go now. We’ve made it to the airport and I owe this driver another piece of chocolate.”

And then, for reasons unclear, I mention that if he’s ever in Concord, Mass., where I live, he shouldn’t hesitate to stop by. Maybe we could go to Walden Pond or visit Emerson’s grave.

“I would love to do that,” Murray says, sounding sincere. “I would really love to do that. I’ll take you up on that.”