Inside The Actors Studio Soundtrack (theme)

This soundtrack composed by Angelo Badalamenti and set to beautiful Nature scenes that I hope you will enjoy with the music. Inside the Actors Studio is an American television show on the Bravo cable television channel, hosted by James Lipton. It is produced and directed by Jeff Wurtz; the executive producer is James Lipton. The program, which premiered in 1994, is distributed internationally by CABLEready and is broadcast in 125 countries around the world reaching 89 million homes. It is currently taped at the Michael Schimmel Center for the Arts at Pace University’s New York City campus, which was right across the street from where I worked, once upon a time. While most of the show is a one-on-one interview conducted by Lipton, this is followed by the host submitting a questionnaire to the guest. The questionnaire concept was originated by French television personality Bernard Pivot on his show Apostrophes, after the Proust Questionnaire. The ten questions Lipton asks are: 1. What is your favorite word? 2. What is your least favorite word? 3. What turns you on? 4. What turns you off? 5. What sound or noise do you love? 6. What sound or noise do you hate? 7. What is your favorite curse word? 8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? 9. What profession would you not like to do? 10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates? The program usually concludes with a question-and-answer session with the students. To read more: This was one of my favorite interviews with Kevin Spacey: Enjoy! My favorite actress is Meryl Streep: (Part 1). There is a full version of her interview but very poor quality video. Imperishable Through this night I have slept little. My eyes, closed like shutters with slats that remain open, wait to invent dreams of some charred reality. I sense you, but no weight on my bed. No shift or creaking other than my own restlessness. Wandering words self-gathered, self-formed, and released to the night like a mantra slowly drowned in music. Your presence grew with the music devouring it in silence. You came to me so clear my senses aroused in electric storms of clarity. The buzz of mercury lamps alongside rutted roads, shedding their weightless light. In all of this waiting for you no fortress or foxhole bears my name. I lay on the Savannah staring at the sun hoping against hope it blinks before I do. My wounded cells, tiny temples of our mixture, have weakened in your absence. I can feel them wail in their miniature worlds. My feet resist their numbness, deny them their war. As I lay here alone waiting to be gathered into your arms, I ask of you one thing, remember me as this. Remember me as one who loves you beyond yourself. Who pierces shells, armor, masks, and everything protecting your spirit in needless fervor. Remember me as this. As one who loves you unmatched by the deepest channels that have ever been forged. Who will love you anywhere and always. And if you look very closely at my love you will not find an expiration date, but instead, the word, imperishable. WingMakers’ poetry copyright © 1998-2000 WingMakers LLC, All Rights Reserved. Reproduction in whole or in part is permissible in any medium, provided this notice is included.