Dr. Parnassus and his gypsy wagon reminds me of my own year on the road in California with a band of musicians. I was 18 and had dropped out of UCLA after two years as a piano major. I wanted to make magic with music, to master other musical languages, to improvise, to write music, to find the truth of the soul in the modern world. We drove up and down for a splendid year of freedom along the glorious California coastline. We played in roadhouses, at colleges, in cafes and bars, dressed in Parnassian rags. Even Brahms played in whorehouses. Eventually, I went back to UCLA and pursued more conventional ambitions, just as the doctor's daughter does in the film. But my gypsy year makes me deeply affectionate toward Dr. Parnassus (and to director Terry Gillam).
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I would love for you to expand on this! I had a really hard time with the film and would appreciate hearing a favorable review.
Dr. Parnassus and his gypsy wagon reminds me of my own year on the road in California with a band of musicians. I was 18 and had dropped out of UCLA after two years as a piano major. I wanted to make magic with music, to master other musical languages, to improvise, to write music, to find the truth of the soul in the modern world. We drove up and down for a splendid year of freedom along the glorious California coastline. We played in roadhouses, at colleges, in cafes and bars, dressed in Parnassian rags. Even Brahms played in whorehouses. Eventually, I went back to UCLA and pursued more conventional ambitions, just as the doctor's daughter does in the film. But my gypsy year makes me deeply affectionate toward Dr. Parnassus (and to director Terry Gillam).
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