Disproportionately sad about Robin Williams. The gap between the experience of life and an onlooker's perception is so great. In the midst of the Fringe, I'm so aware of the need of every performer to connect with their audience - to be valued by them. Few performers can hope to connect or be valued as much as Robin Williams. Although that's the grail that most of us chase (performers or not), it appears that it's not enough when you get there. External validation doesn't quieten that insidious internal monologue.
I once heard Russell Brand say that he found peace when he performed, because the intensity of his connection with the audience and his material silenced the voice in his head.
To a greater or lesser extent, all of us have the voice. All of us. I don't understand its purpose. It achieves nothing positive - it is not us, and it is not accurate.
RIP.
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