There’s going to be a tribute on PBS tonight, but I wanted to give my own here. Robin Williams was a genius comedian. And a generous, lovely person. I’d seen him on television and at the movies, and twice live at Bimbo’s, where he was phenomenal!! I only ‘met’ him once and this is my story. He had asked where to go for an open mic in SF so he could work on some new stuff. Dirty Trix was recommended to him by my friend Coree Spencer. Dirty Trix is (or was) on the site of what used to be the Holy City Zoo, where Robin began many years ago. So he went. And he performed to a bunch of elated comics, but I missed it. Then word got out that he was coming back. I went this time. And I had a spot right in front. He blew the roof off the place that night! He was hilarious. We all, every last comic there, knew brilliance when we saw him on that stage performing. And when he left, he had to pass right by me. I brazenly stuck out my hand into his and said Thank you! We shook hands though he didn’t look at me. That was okay. I had touched the magic that was Robin Williams. He had made us laugh and I was able to thank him personally.
It’s not much of a story… but it’s mine.
Another time at the Throckmorton Theatre, I sat in front of him and Mort Sahl. I would sneak little peaks at him, but didn’t want to intrude on his privacy. Not there.
Like many in these past weeks, I find it hard to believe that someone with such brilliance to make people laugh could have been so depressed. I’m sorry that we didn’t know. The world lost a shining light when he left us.
Thank you, Robin Williams, for being here, for being you.