Robin Williams Full Interview on Johnny Carson (1984)
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Published: Tue Sep 29 2020
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I drove Robin Williams from Whistler to Vancouver way back in my limo days and can testify to the man's utterly non-stop manic creativity. This happened on a day when the entire infrastructure of the ski-tourism transport-business, continent-wide, had been struck a massive blow; with a snow-storm which had closed airports from Denver to New York for most of the day, with the resulting missed connections, and badly-snarled plans of anyone unlucky enough to be attempting to travel that day.
I was the only driver in our fleet to make it through to Whistler that morning; the RCMP closed the highway right behind me. They only let me through because I lied to them that I was only going to Squamish, they literally put barriers up right behind me. Despite leaving for Whistler an hour early, I still arrived 3 hours late, and even the tow-trucks in Whistler were in the ditch.
From the loading of the luggage to the final drop-off at YVR 8 hours later, ( Its a 2.5-hour drive normally) the whole experience was like a Marx Brother's movie, on speed. Where other celebrities might have pulled a fit, Robin Williams made everyone he encountered on that chaotic day happy just to be alive in that place, at the time. The jokes and bits simply never ceased, and pretty much all of it was conjured up on the very spot, woven whole from the cloth of those very moments.
He had pretty much taken over the concourse and lobby of the hotel when I pulled in, and he had what would otherwise likely have been an angry mob positively glowing with excitement to be inconvenienced in this (now hilarious) way.
He had organized the biggest pair of men's and women's underwear show-and-tell contest, constructed a tunnel-maze for the kids out of all the luggage, and had a full-on inter-hotel snowball-fight raging, complete with ramparts and hot chocolate and biscotti aid-stations.
He insisted on sharing his transport with 4 complete strangers; and orchestrated a luggage stowage-scheme that would have given a Motor Vehicle Commission inspector an infarction, absolutely jamming all that gear inside the car, trunk and on the roof.
The scene at our offices where we stopped for a much-needed bathroom break was positively electric, as he leaped over the dutch doors of the dispatch booth, taking over over complete radio-control of the fleet; mollifying our disgruntled passengers out there in blizzard-central with his ad-hoc absurdities, and bizarre imitations.
For 8 straight hours, this man's brain was constantly searching for, and manufacturing humour; and there were no cameras rolling. He was consistently nice to everyone he encountered and deliberately went out of his way to make a stressful situation more pleasant.
Driving a stretch limo on the old Sea To Sky Highway could be a sketchy proposition in those days, there was quite a bit of skill and judgement involved, and he was one of the very few passengers I transported up there over 3 seasons who actually grasped this.
He actually deferred to me about whether we should even try to leave, and respected my plan to use chains from Whistler to Squamish at least, and stick to 30 kph. As it happened, we had to keep them on all the way to Horseshoe Bay, hence the normal 2 1/2 hour drive time becoming 8.
He asked my permission to ride up in the front with me so that the passenger compartment would be comfortable, with 2x2 seating.
(Like any rational person is gonna turn down having Robin fucking Williams as your shot-gun.)
His bike-riding sensibilities really seemed to make him understand the intricacies of navigating a steep and narrow twisting mountain road with no shoulder at all with almost zero visibility, in a rear-wheel-drive vehicle that would immediately want to switch the back end to the front if you so much as even touched the brake pedal.
In Squamish, he pumped the gas while I filled the windshield washer reservoir, and cleaned the windows while I went inside to take a leak after all the other passengers had gone and returned.
He didn't care about himself at all, he only wanted everyone in his orbit to have the best possible experience. Robin's generosity and spirit will be missed. There truly was none other like him.
Moscow On The Hudson was fun.
We misS you
I always hate remember that he is dead.
Johnny Carson seems second fiddle here, but he's very swift at reading the situation. Soon as Williams starts to run out of something to riff on, Carson immediately throws him a line on a different topic. 'Saw you at the beach.' 'nice suit.' 'you have an interesting sense of propriety' 'you current on politics'?
Carson saw a good thing, ran with it -- even though it was a huge departure from his own type of comedy. Masterful host.
He was never my style, but you can't deny his one in a million personality. I smile at at who he was as a person, but not so much his comedy.
Probably the cocaine
Almost killed Johnny with the Nicholson line there.
Man by the time they hit the first commercial break the audience bought in. He does the nicholson after that and you can hear a guy losing it. Definitely slayed this crowd