jamesdeandaily:

When director Gary Legon found this screen test of James Dean and Joanne Woodward (for East of Eden), he knew he wanted to use it in his documentary, The Real James Dean. However he felt the need to ask Woodward’s permission first, since is was a rather “sexy scene” and she was, of course, married to Paul Newman, and they had children and such… Legon wasn’t sure if maybe this screen test would be embarrassing for her.  So he wrote to Woodward about it, and she quickly wrote back, “Of course you can use this! This will be proof, finally, to my daughters, that I indeed had this incredible kiss with the late, great, James Dean!”

Once you’ve been up there, you know you’ve been someplace…

The most quirky record, the small text in the left hand corner really grabbed my attention, it reads: This recording is strictly for Dean’s-teens and eternal-lamp clubs. A collector’s issue for his faithful flock only.  

Still sealed, record featuring music from all of James Dean’s movies. I love these tribute records, this is my second. A definite must for the nut-case collector like me haha…its all a matter of finding them.

This was an unexpected purchase today, it was just there, never thought this random surplus store sold things like this…but lucky me right? All I need is a nice frame so I can hang it up. 

“He drove like a demon, and he burned up the screen……see them running wild just like Jimmy Dean, overdrive in chrome and steel….” [x]

One Sunday afternoon in May, while Ted Hartman and I were working on a new television project at my place, Jimmy turned up unexpectedly and asked if I wanted to take a drive to the beach. I jumped at the idea. I explained that Ted had to get home soon, so we’d be breaking shortly, if Jimmy didn’t mind waiting. Jimmy nodded and said he’d listen to some of my records in the other room.
Ted and I went back to work, but after few minutes, we became aware of some rather mournful music from the other room, and I remember wishing that Jimmy had selected something a bit more upbeat. We were writing a sitcom. About ten minutes later, Jimmy turned off the music, said he had somebody to see, and cut out, leaving as abruptly as he arrived. It bothered me somehow because I had the feeling he wanted to talk to me. I dismissed it, however, and went back to work.
About fifteen minutes later, Ted and I decided to call it a day, and he left, as well. It was a special day, and he was eager to get home to his family. I stepped to the window to watch him go and was surprised to see Jimmy still sitting behind the wheel of his car in the street below. He was just sitting there, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. Was he waiting for me, or what? Then it hit me, and my heart sank. Suddenly I understood everything, his mood, his need for company.
I hurried downstairs and outside. But by then his car was roaring off down the street. I called after him, but, of course, he couldn’t hear. 
I kicked myself for not realizing it sooner. It was Mother’s Day.
- Bill Bast, Surviving James Dean