this saddens me so.
i really should be defending this man instead of just linking to a mean article that ridicules and berates his current career. why? because this is the man that made my YEAR when he chose to descend from his lofty mega-celebrity world to make one of a million trillion fans feel special.
i spent my late childhood/tweens envisioning any sort of encounter with this guy. if my 11 year old self knew that one day this man would have the patience and kindness to hold several conversations with me in one night...a night which had him surrounded by many, many other fawning robin-attention wanters...allowing me to take several pictures with him...allowing me to tell him where i worked, and actually looking interested in what i was saying, and promising to visit...allowing me to give him my cell phone and greeting my friend on the phone by talking in a funny russian accent...telling my friend, in the funny russian accent, that I was BEAUTIFUL...and kissing me on the cheek, TWICE...that 11 year old would've freaked.
oh, but if i could tell that 11 year old that several days later this man would make good on his promise and actually take TIME OUT OF HIS DAY TO VISIT ME AT WORK...sneaking up to me in his giant black puffy coat and low profile baseball cap to whisper, "see? I told you I would visit." making my 26 year old body hop up and down on the spot as if i had just been given a pony...and then ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT STUFF THAT I LIKED - standing close to me and staring with his twinkly blue piercing eyes that i have watched and worshipped on giant screens, turning me into a giant puddle of blabbering crap...that 11 year old would have pooped her pants and passed out on the floor.
several weeks later, my new boyfriend checked himself into rehab, and i heard a horrible story about him making out w/ a 20 year old in a club surrounded by whiskey shots and barfing in the bathroom.
i cannot help but think if, when he asked me to recommend a CD to buy in that crap music section, if it had just been a month or so later, when MY CD would've been on the shelf, i could've shoved that cd in his hands. he would've gone home and listened to it, perhaps, and then chosen to contact me at the email address provided on the sleeve, and then we could have become friends, and somehow, during this budding friendship, i could've given him some advice, like 'DO NOT STAR IN THE STUPID MARRIAGE PRIEST MOVIE. you do not need another excuse to do your tired old evangelist/healer routine. call up terry gilliam and make another Fisher King.' and he would say, 'yes joan, you are absolutely right, and you are very beautiful. please come visit me in san francisco and we will go play with the hippies in golden gate park.'
oh robin, where did we go wrong?
i really should be defending this man instead of just linking to a mean article that ridicules and berates his current career. why? because this is the man that made my YEAR when he chose to descend from his lofty mega-celebrity world to make one of a million trillion fans feel special.
i spent my late childhood/tweens envisioning any sort of encounter with this guy. if my 11 year old self knew that one day this man would have the patience and kindness to hold several conversations with me in one night...a night which had him surrounded by many, many other fawning robin-attention wanters...allowing me to take several pictures with him...allowing me to tell him where i worked, and actually looking interested in what i was saying, and promising to visit...allowing me to give him my cell phone and greeting my friend on the phone by talking in a funny russian accent...telling my friend, in the funny russian accent, that I was BEAUTIFUL...and kissing me on the cheek, TWICE...that 11 year old would've freaked.
oh, but if i could tell that 11 year old that several days later this man would make good on his promise and actually take TIME OUT OF HIS DAY TO VISIT ME AT WORK...sneaking up to me in his giant black puffy coat and low profile baseball cap to whisper, "see? I told you I would visit." making my 26 year old body hop up and down on the spot as if i had just been given a pony...and then ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT STUFF THAT I LIKED - standing close to me and staring with his twinkly blue piercing eyes that i have watched and worshipped on giant screens, turning me into a giant puddle of blabbering crap...that 11 year old would have pooped her pants and passed out on the floor.
several weeks later, my new boyfriend checked himself into rehab, and i heard a horrible story about him making out w/ a 20 year old in a club surrounded by whiskey shots and barfing in the bathroom.
i cannot help but think if, when he asked me to recommend a CD to buy in that crap music section, if it had just been a month or so later, when MY CD would've been on the shelf, i could've shoved that cd in his hands. he would've gone home and listened to it, perhaps, and then chosen to contact me at the email address provided on the sleeve, and then we could have become friends, and somehow, during this budding friendship, i could've given him some advice, like 'DO NOT STAR IN THE STUPID MARRIAGE PRIEST MOVIE. you do not need another excuse to do your tired old evangelist/healer routine. call up terry gilliam and make another Fisher King.' and he would say, 'yes joan, you are absolutely right, and you are very beautiful. please come visit me in san francisco and we will go play with the hippies in golden gate park.'
oh robin, where did we go wrong?
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