Russell Brand on Robin Williams - and the Rest of Us

 

We sort of accept that the price for that free-flowing, fast-paced, inexplicable comic genius is a counterweight of solitary misery. That there is an invisible inner economy that demands a high price for breathtaking talent. For me genius is defined by that irrationality; how can he talk like that? Play like that? Kick a ball like that? A talent that was not sculpted and schooled, educated and polished but bursts through the portal, raw and vulgar. Always mischievous, always on the brink of going wrong, dangerous and fun, like drugs.

 

Beautifully written.  Achingly - perhaps uncomfortably - poignant.  Insightful in that way only insiders looking back out on the world at large can be.

 

Too many notes, indeed.