Anteaters and Early Mornings
Curt & memorable moments went together. One day we returned to Curt’s house after one of our LA adventures &I sat on his couch to relax. His pet miniature anteater, that had managed to claw a hole completely through a solid wooden door in the house to escape while we were out, climbed up the back of the couch & was sniffing around my neck. The next thing I knew he had poked his little nose into my ear & shot a tiny but very long tongue clear to my tonsils! My scream probably shocked the poor thing but I couldn’t hold back. You just don’t forget moments like that!
Part of Curt’s genius was getting to know the group he was producing. He came to our small town to see where we lived, rehearsed, and where we had written the Creation. The first morning he was here, we were up at 8:00 AM ready for rehearsal. When we called him, he thought we were kidding. “What is this, some kind of rural humor?” he groaned. He never did adapt to our “rural” routines. – Chuck