Word: michaell
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Heritage Festival. One night they both sat in on a jam session at Bonaparte's Retreat, a smoky riverfront club on Decatur Street. Last year, when Sancton started playing at the Cajun, a Manhattan night spot, he discovered that his pianist occasionally filled in with Woody's group at Michael's Pub. The pianist later told Allen about Sancton's return to the bandstand. "I met him in 1971," the filmmaker responded. "Do you think he remembers...
...Michael's Pub is packed. The green-and-white-checked tablecloths are jammed so close together that the waiters can hardly squeeze between, and patrons find themselves knocking knees with their dinner companions. No matter. They have come from around the world -- Japan, Italy, France, Scandinavia, South America -- to savor this moment. The random babel of a hundred conversations suddenly turns into an excited murmur as a sandy-haired man in an open-necked white shirt and corduroy trousers saunters in and heads for an empty table. He nonchalantly opens a tattered case and removes, then hooks together, the sections...
...Michael's Pub, where the band finally landed a regular gig in 1971, has been the scene of more than a few light moments. When the Mets were in the 1986 World Series, sports-junkie Woody showed up with a tiny transistor television and propped it up on his music stand so he could watch the game while he played. Trombonist Dick Dreiwitz and his wife Barbara, the tuba player, tell of a surprise visit by Groucho Marx. "After one of Woody's solos," says Barbara, "Groucho reached up and handed him a few pennies as a tip." Psychiatrist...
Most fans, however, do not get near their hero. Michael's Pub owner Gil Wiest aggressively fends them off, which is just fine with Woody. He makes no bones about the fact that he's there for his own kicks, not to strike up a rapport with the audience. "I'm not somebody who smiles and bows," he says. "You know, I'm up there to play. It's strictly business with me." Yet many patrons expect something different from the former stand-up comic. "Most of them are shocked that he doesn't speak or tell jokes," says banjoist...
...Anybody who says we've got this problem licked is a fool or a knave or both." Microbiologist J. Michael Bishop was referring to the slow, almost imperceptible progress in the search for a cancer cure. So when Bishop, 53, and colleague Harold E. Varmus, 49, were awakened early last Monday with word that the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm had awarded them the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine, both were startled. Bishop called the news "surreal" and Varmus insisted on verifying the information. Others were less surprised. Said Dr. David Baltimore of M.I.T.'s Whitehead Institute...