HOW ALAN ALDA ACCIDENTALLY RUINED A HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MASH SCENE
The microphone was live, the studio lights were warm, and the host of the podcast leaned forward with a smile. He asked a question that Alan Alda had…
THE DAY THE MASH MESS TENT TRANSFORMED INTO A WAR ZONE OF LAUGHTER
We were sitting in a small, dimly lit studio in Manhattan, recording an episode for my podcast, Clear+Vivid. My old friend and co-star Mike Farrell was sitting across…
THE DAY JAMIE FARR ACCIDENTALLY RUINED A HIGH-STAKES MASH DRAMA SCENE
It is funny how a single question during a casual podcast interview can instantly transport you back forty or fifty years. I was sitting in a studio recently,…
THE DAY THE CORPSES IN THE SWAMP STARTED GIGGLING
We were sitting in this tiny, dimly lit podcast studio in New York, and the host leaned forward with a look that every actor from a classic show…
THE DAY THE INVISIBLE ARMY TOOK OVER THE MASH SURGICAL TENT
You know, people always ask about the serious episodes, but the truth is we spent eleven years trying not to crack each other up. I was sitting down…
THE DAY HARRY MORGAN ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED THE MASH CAST WITH ONE LINE
We were sitting in this small, dimly lit studio for a retrospective podcast, just a few of us old military doctors and nurses catching up after decades. Alan…
THE CAMERAS WERE STILL ROLLING… BUT NO ONE WAS ACTING ANYMORE.
It started with a simple question during a private dinner in Los Angeles. A few old friends from the 4077th had gathered, away from the flashing lights and…
THE SCENE THAT GOT QUIET WHEN THE CAMERAS STOPPED ROLLING
Loretta Swit and Mike Farrell sat across from each other in a quiet corner of a busy hotel lobby. It was during a television retrospective, the kind where…
THE SCRIPT CALLED FOR LAUGHTER… BUT HARRY MORGAN WAS WEEPING.
The sound stage was freezing that afternoon, the kind of California chill that seeps into your bones when you are wearing thin cotton scrubs. Loretta Swit sat on…
THE AUDIENCE SAW A JOKE… BUT MIKE FARRELL WAS CRYING INSIDE.
It was just another Tuesday afternoon in Malibu, decades after the final helicopters left Stage 9. Three old friends sat on a sun-bleached deck, watching the Pacific waves…