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Andy Essays/Papers/Articles/Letters, Page 1
If you have an essay, paper, article, or letter you'd like to contribute,
please email me. Here's the latest:
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A Letter to Andy by Sarah Massey
Dearest Andy,
Hello. My name is Sarah. To state the fact plainly you are my greatest
inspiration. I'm actually writing this roughly 16 years after your death. The
hope that you're still alive is showing I suppose. So if you you're reading
this, than my life is happy, for you're not dead, and I've successfully
contacted you. There have been so many rumors about you, so much speculation.
Some of it I believe, and some I don't. I wonder about you all the time.
Where you are, what you're doing, who you're with. It's the day after your
51st birthday and the day is grim. I was told tonight that you dies a year
and a half ago. I choose not to believe that. I hope beyond hope that you'll
come back someday and I know you will. I watch so many documentaries about
you; I laugh and I cry. I get angry when misinformed filmmakers depict your
life as a lie. I It bothers me to no extent.
I look at your life, and curiosity overwhelms me. I want to know the
truth about all of the things that went on through your life. I really hope
that one day you'll be able to confide in me and if that happens-the great
mysteries of life have been revealed.
I recently saw Man on the Moon, and I thought Jim Carrey's impression of
you was satisfactory at best. I've been shown glimpses of what your life is
like, but nobody ever had a camera in your head. I want to know you-not just
what you do. My daily routine revolves around what inspires me. What makes me
smile, what makes me angry, what makes me cry. Any emotion that I could
possible have-you've evoked. It seems to be at just the right time when you
do something that effects me in one way or another. That's what inspires me.
Your apparent love for truthful emotions. I adore that about you.
While I am a fan, I don't own every film you've ever made, or every
documentary made about you, or every episode of Taxi: In fact- I own one
documentary and the movie "In God We Trust," which I thought was funny. But I
try to keep up on the latest news, just in case you came back and nobody told
me. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
I spoke to a man who supposedly met Tony Clifton. Now in his story,
before he met Tony, he knew who you were, but didn't really care. He said
that Tony told him the whole saga on a "chance encounter" and afterwards he
kept in touch with both Tony and you. he also revealed that you died a year
and a half ago. I say that's crap. However, you can never be too careful.
I watched Soundstage last night, it's out of print so I tried to record
it. It didn't work and needless to say I was upset. I particularly like the
end-you talking to the Foreign Man character. I get a kick out of the little
things.
I'm getting depressed now-wondering if you'll ever come back. I want to
see your face so badly, it hurts. I have this need to be near the people who
are important to me. You have had such a strong impact on my life, and all I
want to do is thank you, show my gratitude. Sometimes-no many times- I wonder
if I will ever see you again. I wonder if I'll get the chance to meet you,
and hold your hand, and tell you how grateful I am that you aren't afraid to
show confidence, a thing that has enlightened so many, including me.
As I write this letter, I notice that I'm getting more personal, like I
was talking to an old friend instead of someone I've never met. It's very
strange for me to get this emotional about a person. Life has been a roller
coaster. I've lost so many people I've loved, namely my father. He died of
lung cancer just about a year ago. Sometimes it's hard to believe he's gone.
He was my best friend, and for a long time I didn't know what to do without
him. But all things good shall prevail, and I found the courage to see
reality, not to take a spectators view on life. I learned to take charge and
fight back and never take anything personally. I learned all of that from
you, Andy. You taught me to love again, because that's my real reaction to
life. Even if you never see this letter, and my name never reaches your ears,
I will always cherish you, be grateful and relieved for the views and ideas
you've brought into my life. It's strange sometimes that I feel so complete
when I think of you. Maybe it's just the idea of you that makes me smile. I
just wanted you to know about all the joy you've given me. you're a true hero
in my eyes, and I graciously salute you.
I suppose I've written enough. I think I've gotten my point across. I
hope beyond hope that you receive this letter. I'm not quite sure if you
will, but at least I feel better. Thank you for listening.
Andy, Did you hear about this one?
By: Becky Galloway
Dear Andy,
I never knew you...Not until far too late atleast. I was just too young.
(7 years old when you passed on.) But now, here I am, 22 years old now, and
trying in my haste to collect anything and everything I can related to you.
It's amazing how the laughter still echoes, Andy...How if you sit quietly
enough, at just the right moment, you can still hear the crowds murmuring and
wondering if it's all real...If you're still out there somewhere, or if
you're up in heaven now-keeping Saint Peter in stitches.
I only hope that you can see, wherever you are, just what's become of the
legacy that you left behind. You wanted to be a star...Well, that you are my
friend! It is just such a shame that it has to be now...when you're not
around to give us more!
They say that only the good die young...How True it is...How true it is...
I miss you, Andy...
Your Friend,
Becky
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