|What a fantastic week it’s been. Every corner I turn, I bump into someone wonderful. Perhaps the mass malaise is lifting, our spirits making a comeback… like a fighter on the ropes, coming back to life and knocking his opponent sideways with a glorious uppercut of soul. Metaphoric boxing… a new Olympian event!
I hope you all are thriving. I always felt the word “survivor” had a certain, uncertain fragility to it. “Plucky,” for instance, I have always believed to be a diminishing description. Courage is love. Bravery is compassion. Service to others is the highest high!
My radio shows continue to excite me — see below for a special excerpt — and I look so much forward to doing them. Your responses have been inspiring and much appreciated. Also, the Q&A with Bobby Hart at the screening of “The Guys Who Wrote ‘Em” at the Don’t Knock the Rock film festival was truly amazing. 85 million records were sold by Boyce & Hart! This film is a great documentary about their exploits.
My mind is on fire with hearing the incredibly positive response from radio folks about my forthcoming album. I feel like I have a Ferrari in the garage and I’m not allowed to drive it yet! However, in the midst all of this joy came a deeply sad shock to us all with the passing of Robin Williams. I went to the Improv, a comedy club in Hollywood in the 1980s, and witnessed the most brilliant improvisations I have ever seen from a comedian. His rapid-fire, accelerated imagination flying from thought to thought… pop culture, politics, the human dilemma, sex, drugs and laughs. Laughter of acknowledgement, familiar laughter. Entertainment of the highest order. The man whom I witnessed transcend the word “comedy” died yesterday, but his legacy will live forever. The gods are crying with laughter.
I love you guys and wish you well. Life is far too short… let’s love one another. Big kisses to all!
Your humble servant,