Mountain Jam Tastes Best When Shared

June 10, 2005

To the Editor

Just read Nathan Riley’s article on WDST’s Mountain Jam in Hunter, New York, which I found in a Google news search. (“Real People Know How to Chill,” Jun. 9-15).

Great perspective—not being gay myself it’s comforting to know that the feeling of unity and fun that I experienced was experienced by Nathan as well.

It’s not that I pride myself on being a diverse person in a diverse crowd—it’s just the way life happened for me and that’s a good thing.

I like to know everyone is having a good, positive time! I too was psyched at the diversity of the crowd—more so than other events I’ve been to. It was a great day! Glad we had it! The music was great!

I live in Hunter, where the concert was staged, and it’s great to have others share in the area and music I love so much.

Thanks for the article.

Doug Cox

Hunter, New York

A Marlon Brando Recollection

June 13, 2005

To the Editor:

A friend of mine from New York sent me Jerry Tallmer’s article on Marlon Brando (“A Force of Nature,” Jul. 8-14, 2004). I was in the “Truckline Café” that Mr. Tallmer writes about. I was 26, Marlon 23.

The actress who told Mr. Tallmer about Marlon’s entrance (weeping) was incorrect. It was in Act III, after he has carried his wife into the Pacific area, and drowned her. He comes back in, soaking wet and physically and emotionally bereft.

In Baltimore, during previews, he broke a large table from fury. He used to stand backstage before that entrance, and the head prop man would empty buckets of water over him.

My scene was with Karl Malden. It was an episodic play, and all the characters did not necessarily interact with others.

Harold Clurman directed. He used to work with Marlon when others went to lunch. I used to stand in the back of the theater and watch. He had Marlon all the way upstage, saying: “I love you,” over and over, getting it OUT. I went up to Marlon one day at rehearsal and said: “Don’t mind when the director gives you notes, I think you’re really very good.” Oh, naivete!

Irene Dailey

Guerneville, California

The writer, a highly regarded acting teacher, had a distinguished career on stage and in film from the 1940s into the 1980s, notably as the mother in Frank D. Gilroy’s Tony-winning “The Subject Was Roses.”


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