Seldom do I ever get a chance to just unwind and relax and think of nothing but the food I am eating and how good it is. Well, I got together at Canter’s on Fairfax with a “re-new” old friend, does that make any sense? Let me explain, I met Daniel DiCriscio years ago, a very long time. He was employed by the Jose Eber Salon and had just launched his music career. Funny as it seems I remember that CD and it was not bad. I was developing my new business and offices and Daniel was busy with his hair, and as I said his music. This guy has some real talent other than being “Daniel.”
Recently his mom died and we communicated both by phone and email and I could hear the pain in his voice as well as his writings. His emotions were ones that had escaped me during similar circumstances that I had, and I felt bad that he was at a loss in his mothers death. We spoke further and again, it was good for me in a way that is hard for me to explain.
Through the last couple of years Daniel has assisted me on a few projects and he, like myself, is tough to miss. he has a presence! The great blond hair and of course his style of dress, too bad those in power during the Anna Nicole Show missed him and found that “mess” who played stylist on too many episodes. Booby Bobby or Bobby Boob, whatever. I suggested we get together for a bite to eat and the amazing thing here is that we had each other laughing and on serious points we were both on target. Especially our thoughts on Anna Nicole and others. My perspective is sarcastic and stinging, Daniel has what I call a “snap,” like get over it. Call me a little odd, but I was very entertained and realized it was just him and me.
When it comes to “Hollywood Insiders” no one can come close to either one of us. And we both understand how far to the line we can come after all of these years bumping around Hollywood. Speaking for myself, there are things that I would never speak of, and a book about them is never going to happen. For Daniel, the stories about poor Elizabeth Taylor alone could fill two chapters in his book. My time with Miss Taylor could fill maybe ten pages…thanks Adam!