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Where Were You When The Fun Stopped?

by Johnny Depp
Hunter S. Thompson's CD Compilation
1999


[Message from Johnny Depp to Hunter S. Thompson]

Doc,

I just this morning received your CD "Where were you when the fun stopped?"  About 3 seconds after I hit play on the machine, I was transported to another plane. I wanted to drive... drive hard... drive fast, focused... drive anywhere.
It left me with the sense that I don't really have a care in the world. Everything is mine, and if not... I don't want it! When it spun into "will the circle be unbroken", I was nearly catapulted out of my seat into some kind of hillbilly frenzy - possessed by the ghosts of my grandfathers and great-grandfathers... whorehoppers, moonshine runners, indians, coal miners and dogfuckers every last one of them. I wanted to smack every face in the room. Shake them up - wake them up! I had the sudden revelation that there is no real death and if there is - I will bite the fucker HARD before he takes me. Or maybe I won't let him take me at all, maybe I'll just go with him... on my own terms.

In short, I felt that universal sense of knowing, that you spoke about so profoundly in the wave speech of Fear and Loathing. When I reached - what I believe to be a Dwight Yoakum song with the accordion and twang - I suddenly pictured myself in the bathtub filled with mescal, somewhere south of the border, caressing the ass of some dark skinned beauty while drowning a hangover in the sacred tub of cactus juice. When "Bye Bye Miss American Pie" kicked in, I was IN the belltower with a 30 ought six, endless supplies of ammunition, a truck load of absinthe and YOUR fucking CD blaring. Not a soul in the world could touch me. It is beautiful...
You have resurrected fun!

Congrats,

Johnny
The Colonel



-- donated by Joni




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