I know I'm late jumping on this particular bandwagon, and there's not much I can say that hasn't been said. This is really the blogging equivalent of pissing for the sake of leaving a mark.
Those of you familiar with my YouTube output are probably aware that I've dabbled in mime, so it should come as no surprise that I was a great admirer of the man. His physical abilities were unmatched.
He was a born entertainer, put on stage almost from the moment he could walk, with a genius that was partly forged out of abuse. During his solo years he spent a good decade on top of his game and produced some extraordinary work. This is what I'll remember him for, and not the unfortunate business that followed.
So it's with great sadness that I bid farewell to this gifted performer, and extend my best wishes to all his surviving relatives.
Whoever they are.
Thanks for everything.
Thanks for the laughs especially.
So long, Buster Keaton.
Again, I know. Late. He'd been dead almost 20 years before I was born.
Still, it had to be said.
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