Mitchum always had a reputation for being the Bad Boy of Hollywood -- hard-drinking, locked up for marijuana back in the 40s ... which was really pretty racy back then, even among musicians.
An art dealer friend of mine, now deceased, was a very wealthy, connected party animal back in the 50s & 60s, and partied with Bob Mitchum a couple of times. His fondest recollection was stumbling into a bathroom one morning, hung over, and finding Bob in front of the mirror with a joint in his mouth, calmly shaving, while being ...shall we say, "entertained" ... by one of the girls kneeling on the bathroom floor. They had a short conversation, during which Bob never missed a stroke (with the razor) and seemed to have multi-tasking down to a fine art long before it became popular.
One of my favorite actors of all time, and definitely my favorite story about him. But one should keep in mind that though he may have had some rough party times early on, he was one of those Hollywood rarities -- married to the same woman his entire life, almost 60 years.
He used to sing some pretty bawdy lyrics at parties, too, and -- as we see occasionally on screen -- he had a truly fine baritone voice. Kind of a shame he didn't do more recording. His musical talents went further, too -- he composed an oratorio that was produced at the Hollywood Bowl .... by Orson Welles.
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