Two days earlier I arrived at Adam’s place. His four-year-old son Bud greeted me at the door, then ran laps around the house. His wife, Roxanne Daner, who designed Adam’s book while pregnant and working full-time, held their newborn – six weeks old and perfect – in her arms. Adam made tea and talked me through the quirks of the mid-century house and the stress of his exhibition. Life is full.
Adam Goldberg by his own definition is “an actor by trade but I make other stuff—take pictures, record music, make movies. I’m a dad, husband, lifelong worrier. Not necessarily in that order.”
But what’s behind all this creative energy that seems to push and tug and pull at the guy? It seems like you’ve got to get to know all the different Adams before anything actually makes sense.