Public Enemies Shoot
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Public Enemies Shoot
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Public Enemies Shoot
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Johnny Contributed to an Organization’s Concert Charity to Raise Funds for the Release of Lolita
Johnny Depp, 50 Hundreds, Harrison Ford and Snoop Dogg contributed to a fund for an organization to allow the handing-over in freedom of Lolita, an orc of Seaquarium of Miami. The poor whale, which measures 6 meters, swims in a basin of only 25 meters length and 6 meters of depth. After the success of Save Willy, one hopes for a happy end for Lolita.
GONZO-Introduction by Johnny Depp
September 2006
WHEN I THINK OF HUNTER, which is often, the floodgates open and I am instantly, easily and willingly overcome by a great deluge of memories. Memories as diverse as the man himself soar through my mind. Images of some of our less publicized adventures:
A dawn shopping expedition for magnum handguns…
A 3:00 A.M. head shaving appointment, duly and gingerly perfomed by the Doctor…
Delicately nursing ghastly hang-overs — feeding each other Fernet Branca while taking turns hitting from an oxygen tank (neither worked)…
The sheer fascination of watching him salt and pepper his food (it could take up to an hour, but no less than twenty minutes)…
Our thankfully short lived and nearly fatal impromptu decision to take hillbilly brides — long distance…
The two of us, cackling like mad, chasing an escaped mynah bird (Edward — a gift from Hunter and Laila Nabulsi) through my house…
Being locked in a San Francisco hotel room with him for five days and nights (a vast accumulation of condiments, fruit plates, club sandwiches, shrimp cocktails, and yes…grapefruits, stacked precariously high in the corner of the suite towering up to the ceiling)…
Hours and hours of intensely lyrical tete-a-tetes — reading miraculous passages from his many inspired and legendary works…
There were snappy, split-second, spot-on, hilarious observations that would buckle anyone’s knees, endless moments of hysterical rage, hilarity and rantings that most times rendered me fetal,
Introduction for Christie’s Catalogue for the sale of Personal Property of Marlon Brando
by Johnny Depp
Sept. 2005
OF ALL THE LEVELS OF CONNECTION, the most consistent was humor. Humor, often meaning practical jokes. There was no one more gifted in this arena or as skilled a craftsman as Marlon. He possessed the sense of humor ? which we both shared ? of a child. I once asked him why it was that farts were always funny. He replied, “Because they are blatantly anti-social.”
He once asked if I would play a small part in a film he was going to do in Ireland. I agreed and asked if I shouldn’t maybe take a look at the script. He advised me not to worry about it; I was simply going to play a journalist from ‘Rolling Stone’ magazine in New York. Simple enough, I concurred.
Friday evening, upon arrival, I was invited to dinner at his place. I had hidden in my pocket a brilliant little rubber device that, once mastered and properly lubricated, would emit the most genuine-sounding farts in the history of counterfeit fart noises.
He graciously greeted me at the front door and welcomed me in. As we approached the den, I put a firm squeeze on the contraption. BRRRTTTT. A quizzical look from Marlon. “Very good, John.” We sat on the couch. “Sorry, I ate something weird on the plane, I’m having a little…” BBBZZZRRRTT! once again. “Jesus, John, what the hell did you eat???” PPPHHHHRRRTTT!!!
I kept him going on for a good half-hour and only let up when his laughter turned to an expression of worry and he was reaching for the phone to get a doctor.
BURTON ON BURTON (Revised Edition)
Edited by Mark Salisbury
Foreword by Johnny Depp
2004
Many a moon has passed since the days of my brief brush with TV stardom, or whatever one might dare call it. I mostly think of them as the do-or-die years: picture, if you will, the confused young man hurtling dangerously towards the flash-in-the-pan at sound-breaking speed. Or, on a more positive note, forced education, with decent dividends in the short term. Either way, it was a scary time when so-called TV actors weren’t eagerly received into the fickle fold of film folk. Fortunately, I was more than determined — even desperate — to break away from my ascent/descent. The chances were nearly impossible, until the likes of John Waters and Tim Burton had enough courage and vision to give me a chance to attempt to build my own foundation on my own terms. Anyway, no time to digress … this has all been said before.
I sit here, hunched at the keyboard, banging away on a ratty old computer, which does not understand me at all, nor I it, especially with a zillion thoughts swirling through my skull on how to proceed with something as personal as an update on my relationship with old pal Tim. He is, for me, exactly the same man I wrote about nearly eleven years ago, though all kinds of wonderfulness has flowered and showered the both of us, and caused radical changes in the men we were and the men we’ve become —
Basquiat Paintings-for Enrico-under the influence of pork
by Johnny Depp
2003
On a turbulent flight out of Vienna, en route to Paris, I was asked to write a couple of pages about the works of Jean-Michel Basquiat. The passengers on this bumpy journey-Enrico Navarra, Sebastian Moreu, and myself were in the throes of what happened to be an enormous Austrian pork hock…at least we hoped it was. We’d acquired the beast at a small, run down, carnival-like market on the edge of Vienna. Our feast was primitive and ferocious. Speaking for myself, I can honestly say that it had been at least 24 hours since any solid had slithered down my gullet and my appetite was ravenous. And now, here we were, bearing down on this greasy pig meat and all to grateful for it, even as the plane dipped and jilted us around like kewpee dolls.
The brain has been fed well that day, having just seen a collection of Jean-Michel Basquiat’s works and then on to another museum for a quick peak at a huge Warhol exhibition. All this information, in the matter of a few hours, is enough stimulation to drive any man to the nearest carnival-like market and throw down all of his coin for as much pork as humanly possible. So we did just that…
Between bites, Enrico brought up the idea of me writing something for the new and updated of the big book of Basquiat paintings he was about to re-publish. He said that if I wrote the piece,
Congratulations on another award Johnny!
We all know that Johnny is the world’s most loved actor and to prove this once again, Johnny was awarded the Rembrandt award for Best Actor. The Rembrandts are the only awards in the Netherlands chosen by the public. Also POTC AWE received the best film award. They love you in the Netherlands too Johnny!
Johnny Spotted in Vancouver Rumor
It is rumored that Tom Waits, Colin Farrell and
Johnny Depp was seen at the Villa Del Lupo in
Vancouver last night. They went on the roof
to smoke some cigs. They were there till 3am.
Johnny was quiet and reserved.