|From Fortress of Solitude: West Coast!|
As I've said before, I've always been a fan of John Williams. His soundtrack for Star Wars was the first of over 600 or 700 soundtracks that I now own-- maybe he wasn't the first film composer, but he's the one who started it all for me.
During one of these bored to death sentences, I pondered what life might not actually be for him, but what I certainly thought it should be: spending all day walking around in a bathrobe, hair dishevelled, with a hot Spanish house maid and numerous nubile ladies coming and going at a merciless pace. I imagined a rivalry between himself and fellow film composer Jerry Goldsmith, as well as a deep but private resentment for Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, whose films provided him with both the success he craved and the commercialization that he felt destroyed any attempt at a career as a serious composer. Whew.
Here is the very first cartoon I did about him, playing the part of my evil version of the normally nice and gratious John Williams.