The Walk Of Fame, by Michael Davis

Michael Davis

Master Of The Universe, Lord Of All Media, Most Interesting Black Man In the World, Sexiest Man on Earth, Mentor, Writer, Artist, Producer & Uppity.

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34 Responses

  1. Alan Coil says:

    Hollywood Mogul Michael Davis should make better use of his time by helping Cheetah get a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Cheetah is 76 now, and won't be around much longer, and it would be nice if Cheetah was honored while still alive.

    • Mike Gold says:

      Jeez, you wouldn't want to piss off Cheetah. But what would Cheetah do to the star?

      • Russ Rogers says:

        When is Cheetah's birthday?

        • Mike Gold says:

          And what's an appropriate present?

        • Alan Coil says:

          BTW, I'm seeing Cheetah spelled Cheeta in many places. I always think of it with the 'h', and so did a couple articles I read, but Wickipedia, which we all now to be an unimpeachable place for information, says it is Cheeta.His birthday is celebrated as April 9, 1932..

  2. Russ Rogers says:

    I once stood in line at Disneyland with Meredith Baxter Birney. This was 1975, pre-"Family" and "Family Ties," post "Bridget Loves Bernie." The line was for the Haunted Mansion. She and her son were ahead of us in line, but because the line snakes back and forth she was standing right next to us. My mother spotted her and used that classic line, "Isn't that somebody?" Meredith was wearing sunglasses and a head scarf, obviously trying not to get noticed. We stood there, trying to put a name to her face. Meredith was actively ignoring us. The line began to move and since we were right next to each other, that meant moving in opposite directions. Meredith took her boy's hand and in a very thick Southern accent said, "Come along, Junior." At that moment, my brother, who is very good at these kinds of games, exclaimed in a hushed voice, "That's Meridith Baxter Birney!" Meridith didn't seem pleased that she had been made. She didn't even turn and smile. She just took her kid and started walking away. It was her son who beamed, pulling against his mom, leaned through the bars of the cattle-run and shouted, "That's right! You got it! You got it!"Michael, if we ever meet, I hope I can remember my greeting: "Hi, Michael. I'm Russ Rogers. Black people love me!"

  3. Alan Kistler says:

    I would take it a step further and say that anyone who doesn't know who Sammy is must be only posing as a music fan/lover and they should be required to watch all footage from the Sands and listen to Sammy's live albums (both alone and with the Summit) while wearing a T-shirt that says "The internet gives me no excuse to be ignorant."Great post, man. Some good, funny stuff here. :-)

  4. R. Maheras says:

    Great stories! I have mixed feelings about the whole celebrity thing. Some are shallow, self-centered and really believe they are better than "the little people." However, others very real, down-to-earth and well-centered. I've been fortunate that to date, most of the celebrities I've met have been pretty decent folks, clearly falling into the latter category. This is probably a good thing, because I don't suffer fools well.In all cases, however, I feel sorry for those who want to escape their fame, but can't.

  5. Martha Thomases says:

    Living in New York is great for celebrity spotting, so great that one tends to create categories for scoring the game. So far, at my local yarn shop, I've met Sarah Jessica Parker, Uma Thurman, Mary Elizabeth Parker, and Kate Winslet.Claire Danes mother ran Arthur's pre-school. Claire was only 7 then, so it probably doesn't count.

  6. Vinnie Bartilucci says:

    The Wife and I like to say that we convinced Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker to have kids. We were walking about Battery Park some years back, Shugie (The Kid) dancing ahead of us in her chaotic Asergers/ADHD-y way. Broderick and Parker were walking their HUGE dog (made all the huger by their relative twee-ness) and Shugie bolted up to play with it. She just sort of danced around in front of them for a moment or two, and Sarah audibly said "Oh, honey, look!" with an "aw, cute" in her voice. We ruched Shuge away before the dog ater her. Nine months later they had a baby. So we like to think that we inspired them.

  7. John Tebbel says:

    Jungle Larry was working the crowd at St. Wenceslas' gym in Maple Heights when, noticing my Mickey Mouse Club logo t-shirt, he lifted me by my suspenders and announced, "a Mouseketeer." Probably thought I was that Cubby O'Brien kid.

  8. Larry Shell says:

    Grrrrrrrreat column Michael! I think you've given me my new tag line for when I print up new business cards, "Black People Love Me!" My own celebrity sightings in public are few. I saw the late Nancy Walker just walking down Broadway one day. That was a surreal experience as she looked like a Drew Friedman drawing. I also saw the late Marty Allen (of comedy team Allen & Rossi fame) in Hollywood once as I left a video store which tells you how long ago that was. Let me state here that despite my calling them late, these people were not deceased at the time I saw them, but are now. As a kid, I saw Tiny Tim perform at Steel Pier in Atlantic City at the height of his fame. Some one said he was signing autographs at a side door so I high-tailed it over there and took a couple of pics with my then new Insta-matic camera which Mr. Tim gladly signed. I still have them somewhere but they were starting to deteriorate from the ancient chemicals in the paper and by now are probably blank, darn it! TT looked as freak-ish in person as he did on TV but he was a unique talent, I'll give him that. I'd kill to own a suit like the one he once wore on the Mike Douglas show which consisted of Golden Age DC comic book covers! It was sweeeeet! At conventions I've seen more celebs than I can count but had interaction with few of them. My favorite was a Hollywood Collectors Show in California years back where I had great chats with perrenial bad guy, William Smith, John Hart (serial star and the second TV Lone Ranger) and Pat Priest (Marilyn Munster) who also was in an Elvis flick. It may not have been chance encounters, but hoo boy, it was well worth the trip to La-La land. I was most star struck meeting Jack Kirby and Robert Crumb. I'll have to post the Crumb story sometime as I name drop a few UG cartoonists, it was quite the day and it wasn't at any comic con!

  9. Michael Davis says:

    Alan,Cheetah slept with an ex girl of mine. The pain is still to great.

  10. Dan says:

    I hate goldschlager. I had recently been divorced and a buddy and I were vacationing in Florida. We were sitting around a tiki bar drinking shots of something the bartender recommended, goldschlager (with Molson chasers). A cute little blond, Brigid, sat down next to me and we shot the shit for over an hour. We decided to go out for dinner at 6. We'd meet at my hotel room. I had probably 5 shots of goldschlager, whose nefarious effects were masked by the gold flecks and the dentyne-like taste. I went to the room to shower and clean up, but just passed out into a coma. My buddy said Brigid showed up at 6 looking really good, but there was no reviving me. We had to fly out the next day, so there were no second chances. As I said, I hate goldschlager.

  11. Cheryl Lynn says:

    Man, what is wrong with you? I can tell when people are waving their hands around even when I have my eyes closed. I'm not even blind and the rest of my senses are still strong enough for me to do that. Can you imagine how strong the other four senses must be for a blind person? You know Stevie probably has a sequined Daredevil costume in his damn closet. And some throwing stars made out of Songs In The Key Of Life CDs.

  12. R. Maheras says:

    Below is the link to a 1994 photo of me and the late, great Ed Bradley, sharing considerably less than 60 minutes together during Operation Uphold Democracy in Haiti. When the photo was snapped, our three-person Air Force public affairs contingent was in the process of making arrangements for Mr. Bradley to return to the U.S. on military aircraft to file his story. He was one of more than 500 accredited media people we arranged transportation for in the first three weeks or so of the U.S. invasion.Link:

  13. Kai says:

    STEVIE WONDER!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to see him in concert Thursday night and I send him your love Michael. P.S. I'm sad, but I will forgive you for not answering my emails telling you we were out in LA 2 weeks ago. I had some shots of Tequila, not the gold flake stuff, waiting for you!

    • Michael Davis says:

      I DID answer your email. Maybe you should get a computer not made by Mattel! You know I'm never one to pass up a shot…or 7. Tell you what, I will make it up to you at Comic Con.

      • Kai says:

        ahhh I knew you still loved me too! bring Wayne B and I'll bring the pineapple "backs". I will start the comic con countdown – 40 DAYS!

  14. Mike Gold says:

    Michael, your column today raises a rather disgusting question.I've been seeing a lot of this edible gold flake stuff on teevee lately – on a $1,000 hamburger in some Manhattan restaurant that seems to cater to fools, on a $1,000 sundae in some other Manhattan restaurant that seems to cater to fools… it's a fad.Seeing as how you've imbibed the stuff, I just gotta ask you: after consuming gold flake, do you, ahhh, poop gold?Might be worth it. Once.

    • Michael Davis says:

      I saw that spot on the $1000.00 hamburger. I am a 'live and let live' kind of guy and really should not bitch about what people spend their money on considering what I paid for a 'mint in the box' Captain Action but…damn. I stopped drinking anything right after that encounter with Julia Roberts. It was months later when I was out with a bunch of hip hop guys and Magic Johnson when I ordered Goldschlager again. You should have seen the looks I got from these guys. It was like I ordered a Shirley Temple. Needless to say I changed my order to the only other drink I knew (because of the song) Tequila, and the rest is history. So I did not really have a in depth history with the flakes to be able to answer your question. Also-as far as any 'pooping' goes I draw the line at any 'booty' talk with anyone unless they have an M.D. or a court order.