Doozenberry

I finally got around to finishing Phil's book. It ain't that bad. I give it a B or B+. (I only hesitate over the B+ because there's a moment when Phil tries to convince us that Jason Alexander as spokesperson for KFC was a good idea.)

Anyway, he devotes most of it to the difference between ideas and insights, the latter being the more sacred and precious of the two as powerful insights yield unlimited numbers of ideas. Good stuff, I guess.

I must say, however, that I finished the book wishing that Phil had a bit more edge to him. He only takes a jab at one person--Don Johnson--who apparently was a huge asshole on the set of a Pepsi shoot back in his Miami Vice days.

But that's the extent of the jabs. Bummer. I was hoping for more gossip, more anger, more vitriol, more something from Grandpappy Dusenberry.

Still, I gotta recommend the memoir, despite the fact that Phil looks a little bit like George Hamilton. Check it out if you can.

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[snoozenberry]

they don't call him snoozenberry for nothing. but i liked it too, my friend.