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When Andy Warhol mused that in the future everyone would be famous for 15 minutes, he could not have anticipated that Valerie Solanas would earn her fame by shooting him. To be fair, she did it only as a last resort; God knows she tried everything else to get Andy to make her famous. Now her life and crime are dramatized in “I Shot Andy Warhol,” which Warhol might have found the perfect movie title, combining as it does the deadpan, the sensational, and name-dropping. Solanas walked into the Factory, Warhol's studio, on June 3, 1968, pulled out a gun that was given to her by a guy she met...

How one of the world's biggest musicals found its star in Dublin Updated / Friday, 8 Jan 2021 15:57 Genevieve Lyons: "audiences prefered to go to Dun Laoghaire to see Lyons as Sally Bowles than go to see Harris in the same role on the big screen". Photo: NUI Galway Archives Analysis: Genevieve Lyons played a central role in Irish theatre in the 1950s at a time the country was undergoing much cultural change The 1950s in Ireland is often typified as a lost decade. While there are many valid reasons to support this, it can also be seen as a decade of cultural transition. For example, a new ...

Table Hopping By Steve Barnes, senior writer on December 14, 2020 at 8:26 AM ALBANY — Jim Ullom, the city’s best restaurant customer, has died. Ullom looked like Ben Franklin. He ate and drank like John Falstaff. He wanted. Things. Done. Certain. Ways. He could be abrupt, awkward or even rude in conversation. He’d mutter under his breath if rowdy young people crowded around where he was seated at a bar, their loud pursuit of shots and sweet cocktails fouling his communion with good food and wine. More than one jazz musician who botched a solo saw Ullom, from his front-r...

Cherished, quirky Albany restaurant patron Jim Ullom dies FacebookTwitterEmail ALBANY — Jim Ullom, the city’s best restaurant customer, has died. Ullom looked like Ben Franklin. He ate and drank like John Falstaff. He wanted. Things. Done. Certain. Ways. He could be abrupt, awkward or even rude in conversation. He’d mutter under his breath if rowdy young people crowded around where he was seated at a bar, their loud pursuit of shots and sweet cocktails fouling his communion with good food and wine. More than one jazz musician who botched a solo saw Ullom, from his front-row seat, with h...