by Charles Constantine Hoffbauer
soyouthinkyoucansee my boy
(via rox’s blog | spaceghetto)
“The world was so big! It could take a lifetime and no matter how hard you tried you’d never really know it all and yet you might pretend, in your small corner, as I did, to have had some idea of what really mattered.”
Charles Wright & The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - The Joker (On A Trip Thru The Jungle) - 1969
From the anthology Express Yourself: The Best of Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band.
When he died, at ninety-one, I was one of the first people Mousie called. For weeks afterward, friends wrote and telephoned condolences, as if I had lost a husband. Well, our screen partnership lasted thirteen years through fourteen pictures, longer than any of my marriages. To this day, forty years after our last appearance together, people consider us a couple. I never enjoyed work more than with Bill. He was a brilliant actor, a delightful companion, a great friend, and, above all, a true gentleman, with those often attributed but seldom possessed qualities: great style, class, breeding. There’s nobody like him. There’s never going to be anybody quite like him. I miss him more than I can say.
Rest in peace, William Powell (July 29, 1892 - March 5, 1984).