... by the euphonious voice of Rick Foucheux, murmuring reflectively into Tboy's ear.
No, not like that. You're terrible, Muriel.
Like this. One minute it was Scott Simon, introducing a piece about Tennessee Williams' journals; the next it was Foucheux, reading the journals. And in a reasonably good Southern accent, too.
We like this. It's one of the beautiful things about having NPR here in D.C.
While Tboy's on the subject: He's excessively pleased to be able to tell you that he'll be starting a new gig at NPR on April 2. He'll be producing arts-focused packages -- much like this one -- for NPR.org.
Looky there: Tboy's got a day job again. (First time since 2001, pretty much.) And he couldn't be happier about it. Full-time freelancing is lovely on the flexibility front, but it turns out to suck when it comes to things like money.
Isn't Rick from Louisiana? I seem to recall he's got the southern thing in his blood...
Posted by: sas | Tuesday, 13 March 2007 at 13:13
"Reasonably good?" I'm afraid I'm old enough to remember what Williams actually sounded like, before the slurring started, and Foucheux nailed it.
Congrats on the gig.
Posted by: still alert | Tuesday, 13 March 2007 at 13:51
Y'know, Tboy shoulda thought of that. There's a good bit of Williams audio out there: I've just listened to a hysterical interview (last link on this page) in which Williams jokes about not being in any condition to notice whether his play Outcry was any good the first time it was produced in London, and about how "abominably" he behaved toward the creative team ...
And I've just gone back and listened to Rick again -- you're dead right. The drawl on the -ar sounds is especially eerie ...
Posted by: theaterboy | Tuesday, 13 March 2007 at 14:10