Bill Daniels is the personification of the humor, the humility, the humanity, and the dignity of the acting profession. Read his book.
WARREN BEATTY
There I Go Again is an American success story of a boy who thought hed be tap dancing on radio, only to end up excelling in theater on Broadway, motion pictures, television, and ultimately becoming the president of the Screen Actors Guild.... There I Go Again is honest, smart, witty, and intelligent. I enjoyed every moment of it.
ELLIOTT GOULD
Bless you, Bill Daniels! Thanks to your wonderful book, I get to live the best years of my life over againthe magical 80s when we did St. Elsewhere. And not just those wonderful timesI get to relive Two for the Road, The Graduate, and 1776 in the bargain. What a treat!
ED BEGLEY JR.
Sharing Bill Danielss triumphs and disappointments is a deeply satisfying experience. His candor is as refreshing as it is admirable, while his portrait of an actors life both onstage and on TV is as entertaining as it is illuminating. And his gripping depiction of his two years as president of the Screen Actors Guild is practically worth the price of the book!
SHELDON HARNICK, lyricist who helped create Fiorello! and Fiddler on the Roof
A wonderful journey through the life of one of our finest actors. Bill Daniels has always been at the head of our class. But those who are lucky enough to spend time with him know hes in a class by himself.
MICHAEL JACOBS, writer and producer
THERE I GO AGAIN
WILLIAM DANIELS
There I Go Again | How I Came to Be Mr. Feeny, John Adams, Dr. Craig, KITT, and Many Others
Potomac Books
AN IMPRINT OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA PRESS
2017 by William Daniels
Cover designed by University of Nebraska Press; cover image from ABC Photo Archives, ABC /Getty Images
Author photo Nadia Pandolfo
The Legacy of 1776 was originally published in March 2016 in New York City Centers Playbill and is reprinted courtesy of Playbill.
All rights reserved. Potomac Books is an imprint of the University of Nebraska Press.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Daniels, William, 1927 author.
Title: There I go again: how I came to be Mr. Feeny, John Adams, Dr. Craig, Kitt, and many others / William Daniels.
Description: Lincoln: Potomac Books, 2017.
Identifiers: LCCN 2016035738
ISBN 9781612348520 (cloth: alk. paper)
ISBN 9781612349022 (epub)
ISBN 9781612349039 (mobi)
ISBN 9781612349046 (pdf)
Subjects: LCSH : Daniels, William, 1927 | ActorsUnited StatesBiography.
Classification: LCC PN 2287. D 27 A 3 2017 | DDC 791.4502/8092 [B]dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016035738
The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
For Irene
Contents
Whatever success Ive had in my lifeand Ive had considerable successhas come to me almost accidentally. Granted I developed acting ability and Ive worked hard at it. You dont do years and years of eight performances a week on Broadway or on tour or six and seven years of starring roles on television series without working hard. But still, Im left with the feeling that none of my success was really due to me.
When Im sent a script to consider, I only see its problems, not its strengths. I have almost always had to be talked into a role, even when the project turned out to be tremendously successful. Ive been known to go to the wrong theater to audition for a role I subsequently gotand played for years. Once, while auditioning for a musical, I forgot the lyrics of a song Id sung for months on Broadway; they hired me anyway. I insisted on having no billing on a series I thought was silly, and that series (Knight Rider) ran for years and even after all this time I still get fan mail.
I went ass backwards into just about everythingand what a lucky guy Ive been.
I wrote this manuscript in longhand on yellow legal pads, so I have to first thank Rachael Lobermann, who spent many hours typing it all up. I have excellent handwriting, but I dont know a damn thing about computers.
Laurie Horowitz took the typed pages and made them resemble something that looked like a book, with paragraphs and everything.
In todays literary landscape getting a publishing deal is difficult to say the least, and so Im immensely grateful to my literary agents Elizabeth Evans and Laura Biagi with Jean V. Naggar Literary Agency. Elizabeth was the first person interested in shopping the book to publishers, and together with Laura I was introduced to the University of Nebraska Press and the Potomac Books imprint. Acquisitions editor Tom Swanson has been immensely supportive.
Toms assistant Emily Wendell, along with Jenny Worman and Brian Hamilton, were all very helpful with technical matters.
Jay Matthews had written a wonderful article about the St. Elsewhere Emmy night for the Washington Post, and so I turned to him and his wife Linda to create a presentation for the publisher (and it was instrumental in selling the book to Potomac).
Finally Id like to thank Loren Lester, who not only suggested the title but also brought his showbiz knowledge and communication skills to writing and editing the final manuscript.
Note: If I failed to mention my wife, Bonnie, it wouldnt be the first time, but without her this book, and my life as detailed here, would not have been possible.
Id Rather Be Elsewhere
In 1985 I was nominated for a third straight Emmy award for St. Elsewhere, the NBC series I did from 1982 to 1988. Having lost twice, I didnt want to go to the Emmy Awards show and lose a third straight time, but there I was with my wife Bonnie, dressed to the hilt, starting out in the limousine but not getting very far. Halfway between the Coldwater Canyon and Laurel Canyon exits on the freeway the limo conked out. The motor went deadand there we sat.
Since Bonnies gown was even less conducive to hiking through the Valley heat than my tuxedo, she stayed in the car with the driver and I walked the half mile to the Laurel Canyon exit. As I trudged under the tunnel of the freeway on my way home, a car stopped and a little old lady leaned out the car window.
Can we drive you?
There I was in a tux, collar unbuttoned, tie undone, looking like a short Dean Martin coming home from an all-night binge, and two little old ladies (one driving) wanted to take me home.
Uh, no thank you, I said and continued walking. They slowly followed in the car. She leaned out the window again.
We know who you are. Are you sure we cant drive you?
Well, what the hell.
Okay, I said and got into the backseat. Take a right. I live just a couple of blocks down.
They dropped me off in front of my house. Out of the monkey suit and on with the TV to watch a McEnroe tennis match.
Not for long. Bonnie was back with a new limo and was standing over me.
What are you doing? she asked.
Watching John playits the finals. (I was a big McEnroe fan.)
Bill, she said, if we dont go, I am going to be so depressed. Ive spent so many times buying a dress for an occasion, getting the makeup on, getting the hair done, getting all fixed up for something, and we dont go, or we walk out, because youre in a snit and I have to go out smiling at everybody, missing everything I was prepared to do. We walked out on the opening night party of
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