Notes From the Woody Underground

RIP to the weirdest e-mail list I didn't ask to be on

I met Andy five years ago through a friend who introduced us at some party by saying we were both planning on going to see some Whit Stillman film playing at the Metrograph. It was the friend’s attempt at passing us off on each other so the friend could go talk to somebody else. A classic move. We both just stood there for a second hoping the other one …