Somewhere around my 27th or 28th viewing of Mrs. Doubtfire one summer, I remember my dad telling me an anecdote about Robin Williams: that he was able to walk into a room and make a joke about any object he saw. It was this super-sharp, observational humor that set him apart from other comedians and made him a success.
I’ve never been able to confirm if the story was true, but it stuck with me. I wanted to have that skill. It’s probably the reason I’ve subjected my friends to many a C+ joke, but it’s also probably the reason I take in as much as I do at any given time or in any given place. It’s definitely the reason I had any confidence in writing anything for public consumption while I was on tour. Accurate story or not, he shaped my sense of humor and the way I pay attention.
A few weeks ago, I found a To-Do list I made when I first moved to Los Angeles. I had lofty ambitions in late-night comedy (end of joke?), so the list had a bunch of things like classes to take, things to write, things to read. But at the bottom, in all caps, was:
And it’s the one thing on the list that still feels relevant.
Robin Williams has a string of movies that I’ll always hold as favorites (some of which are responsible for my biggest aspirations), but I think his greatest impact was in his legend. Salute.
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This is the funniest, inspiring and most feel good piece I've read in a while. Love it!
John Mayer/Steve Jordan/Pino Palladino/Chick Corea/Wallace Roney
Here’s a full seven minute tune I loosely composed called “Little Sur,” recorded last February in New York City. I got together with some of my friends and favorite players for six amazing days of playing music with no rules, no plans, and no pressure. Oh, and no vocals. What came from it was a really inspired batch of recordings. Hours of music that I’ll need to sift through at some point should it ever become an album. (I hope it does.) If you’re wondering where I am in the mix, that’s me playing a Music Man long scale guitar… Pino and I are kind of both living in the bass space. As soon as Chick came in on the piano, I knew something really deep was taking place. This is the rough mix that was given to me at the end of the day, as it has lived on my laptop since.
I tried to find a minute, two minute clip to share with you, but these recordings just don’t work any other way than in their unabridged form. So here it is. Free music. Played freely, shared freely. Put it on and go for the ride… If you dig all seven minutes, then surely you deserve them.
There are times for marketing strategies, and there are times for just p l a y i n g. The original design for all musicians. Hope you enjoy hearing this as much as I did.
I don’t know what it means to be “happy”… Pleasure is not happiness. Because I kill pleasure – you know what I mean? I take too much of it, and therefore I make it non-pleasurable – like too much coffee, and you’re miserable. And I do that to pleasure often … there’s no pleasure that I haven’t actually made myself sick of.
The late Philip Seymour Hoffman on happiness, in conversation with philosopher Simon Critchley at the Rubin Museum in 2012. Complement with 7 excellent reads that attempt to shed light on the mysterious art-science of happiness.