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Feb 22

Believe me, he doesn’t need me to say this….

….but I think I have a new favorite big-time celebrity.

Johnny Depp.

I won’t go running to his movies, even though I think he is a uniquely gifted actor. And even though I have always marveled at the way he stops traffic on 53rd and Broadway as no one not named Bieber can, that is just pure movie star appeal that a dozen people are born with.

Up to yesterday, his greatest quality to me was how much he enjoys talking to Dave. I am beyond charmed by that. You know how when a friend of yours has a child it is the end of regular adult conversation for God knows how long? Same thing with being a giant star. You cannot have a normal exchange, as much as you may want to. And you may not. But you watch Johnny Depp with Dave. And Dave with him. I cannot think of anyone else like that. There are a hundred effective men and women you can slot in that chair to his right, but he’s the only one who comes to mind when I think of just a guy who is just trying to connect in the moment.

And until last night, that’s what I loved about Johnny Depp. And then I saw him bring out his friend, singer/songwriter Bill Carter, to share home base with him and Dave, then recede in the next act to play some haunting slide guitar, perched on a stool in the well-defined background. Then, when that was done, I watched him smile and shake every hand in the band, the crew, other staffers on the show, and all the way out through the stage door, onto 53rd Street, where hundreds of screaming faces reminded him of who they think he is. Who they want him to be.

I don’t know if you’ve ever said, aloud or to yourself, about what you would be like if you were a huge star. Of how different you would be. How you would treat people near and far. I know I have. Many times, each time with varying degrees of self-assurance. Now that I have seen Johnny Depp on enough occasions, I know to laugh at such musings on my own magnanimity. My own awesome humility.  

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