Good morning.
Over the weekend, I watched the Martha Stewart documentary on Netflix – which she hates. I was surprised to hear my voice – presumably ripped from an earlier documentary or news report – doing part of the voiceover a few times near the start. (The producers didn’t credit me, in much the same way that the producers of The Greatest Night in Pop paid a pittance for access to tapes that my friend David Breskin recorded in the studio and ended up using them to essentially carry the whole film.)
