Tin Star, a BBC drama, was filming all their extras walking around in High River last fall, as I was playing Angie at my usual pitch in front of Evelyn's Memory Lane Cafe.
(Those familiar with Davey Graham's tune will appreciate how well it matches normal walking cadence. In fact, I'm positive Davey came up with the song while playing and people-watching on a London street.)
I was asked by a techie with a headset about the song, and if I would like to be filmed. I've always told people with cameras I'm trying to get to Hollywood. So, a big, honking microphone in a windsock was brought out in front of me. And a hundred dollar bill appeared in my case!
Wow, I thought, isn't that great? Then, a couple of months ago, I got a letter telling me the Tin Star producers had decided use my rendition of Angie as an off-camera performance, and they sent me cheque for $750 Wow, I thought, isn't that great? Then, I got a letter from the actors' union telling me I'd already paid them $250, and for a mere fifty bucks more, I could join the union. So, I did. My membership card came today. Now I'm told I need an agent. Will my Hollywood story have an even bigger Hollywood ending? Wouldn't that be great?