The late, great Bill Hicks would have been 54 years-old today. Can’t believe he’s been gone 21 years.
I always try to write something I remember about him to share, since like Elvis, he’s more popular than ever. You mention his name and people practically bow in reverence.
One of the things we did together was swap favorite films. We’d go to Blockbuster Video and each choose one we’d think the other would like, his idea of a fun afternoon…and it was.
Innocence comes to mind, so happy with one another between a big bowl of popcorn.
He gave me Don’t Look Now, with Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie…Hud, Paul Newman and Patricia Neal.
I came up with The Night Porter he said, scared the shit out of him, and Orphans with Albert Finney. We both came together on The Lion In Winter immersed in its language.
Henry II: I could peel you like a pear, and God himself would call it justice.
I could have conquered England – all of it – but I had women in my life.
Prince Geoffrey: my, you chivalrous fool, as if the way one fell mattered.
Prince Richard: when the fall is all there is, it matters.
Bill was a paradox alright – complex yet childlike in all he loved to do.
I think of him when in my depths often calling out, calm suddenly joining me in the room.
His spirit soars, eternally, there’s no question.
Happy Birthday Willie.
I miss you.
“Don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.”