Dear Steve Martin, Please Stop Talking About Art Please!


Your sentence is confusing. Who sent notes up to the stage?
Isn't that marvelous! Think I remember reading he had the second-largest collection of Hoppers, after Hunts Point's own posh-tourism tycoon Barney Ebsworth.
The Y sent the note up to the stage.
From the Times article: "Mr. Martin said he was taken aback by the Y’s response, describing it as “discourteous” and adding, “It seemed to me that a consultation was at least in order.
“As for the Y’s standard of excellence, it can’t be that high because this is the second time I’ve appeared there.””
@3, oh Lord. I assumed it was some boob in the audience. That's bad, that's very bad.

The funniest thing Martin ever did was an appearance on Letterman where he talked authoritatively about Chinese porcelain for quite a while, and his collection of some important pieces, and then, while showing a couple of them off, crashed one priceless "Ming vase" to the floor. I think Letterman soiled himself; I don't think he was in on it. I know the audience did.
Martin as a lot of depth. He's a musician, writer, director, comedian, art collector, and much more. He is also very intelligent. I think any subject you could have picked would have been entertaining

This event was the fault of The Y. It is extremely crass and rude to imply that the performers are the ones at fault. The Y should have made their expectations clear about what they wanted.

Did they want a stand up comic? A movie star? Some one to dish about working with Alec Baldwin?

I think that's the problem when you book someone like Martin, he can fill any of those roles.
The note merely read: "Dance, monkey, dance!!!"

My favorite quote, from Ms. Solomon:
I think the Y, which is supposedly a champion of the arts, has behaved very crassly and is reinforcing the most philistine aspects of a culture that values celebrity and award shows over art.”
I think I'd enjoy listening to anything Steve Martin has to say on just about any subject.
Steve Martin reading the phone book would easily be worth $50.
This is why, while I will gladly eat at the Y, I do not attend lectures there.
I can easily see how this could happen, since Martin the actual private individual is about as much the opposite of his entertainment persona as possible. It would be like going to see Joan Rivers interviewed, and getting an evening of her discussing her Fabergé collection, instead of a bunch of low one-liners about her career in comedy.
We are a nation of idiots.