Goosebumps don’t lie. Last night marked a milestone in my fledgling existence as a musician: I performed at a renowned singer-songwriter showcase in Ronnie’s Bar, the second floor venue of the historic Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Club here in Soho.
From afar it’s not difficult to notice them because of their height. Aside from being campus hotties, they are well-known for being legitimate big men in college basketball here and abroad.
In the event Michael Williams decides to retire from acting, he can open a jazz club and take to the stage every night, seven days a week, singing Stephen Sondheim and Richard Rodgers, telling anecdotes from his colorful career, and engaging his male staff in flirtatious banter.
A boy locks himself in his bathroom for a year. Two sadomasochistic sisters plot to kill their employer. Five men hired to carry out a murder end up killing themselves.