For a while last night, I was having a blissful dream that Arvo Pärt showed up at my house because he needed a place to stay for a conference that he was going to in Boston. Amazed that he had chosen to come to MY house, I of course told him that he could stay here. I darted around the house picking things up and asking him if he wanted anything to eat or drink. He declined my offer and instead sat silently on my couch (as one might expect), occasionally interrupting the silence with a light one-liner. After cleaning the place up, I sat down anxiously not knowing what to say to him. I then eloquently took out a crumpled list of questions for Pärt that was conveniently located in my pocket and began to ask him some questions. He did not answer the questions very well...the easy ones he completely botched and gave indirect answers for the hard ones (I wish I could remember what I asked him). Disappointed that Pärts scant intellect was not matching my expectation of a wise, contemplative old man, I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. When I returned, I was startled to see that a full camera crew had magically appeared in my living room and was powdering his face and adjusting his (now obviously) fake beard. I asked what the hell was going on and some producer told me that it wasnt actually Pärt in my living room. I quickly gave the imposter on my couch a harder look and realized that it was none other than Robin Williams sporting a beard and a bald cap. Pure bliss turned into agony...it wasnt Pärt. The producer then continued to explain that they were making a biographical film about Pärt and were testing Robin Williams to see if he would be a good fit. Steam spewing from my ears, I exclaimed, Well obviously not! Get the hell out!, then I woke up. -- Without a doubt, he was fired from that one. True dream - 6/5/14.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 15:09:59 +0000
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