Jean-Michel Basquiat was an amazing talent. I cannot believe that I did not know of his work. It wasn't just an emergence, he stormed the New York scene and the world took notice in short order while holding it's breath. I am not surprised to learn that Julian Schnable is a link, my life seems to be working in arcs, one thing leading to another until eventually a view takes shape teaching a lesson.
Warhol too which reminded me of Edie Sedgwick and for longer than a minute wondered if the vampire was not at work here even at this late stage of life. Tamra Davis seems to say no but still...
Howl, my expectations were unrealistic. If Hamm and Parker were nods toward commercial viability, a mistake. Their presence meaningless unless their expressed desire to be associated with the work and "pay me scale" or better yet, for free.
CHTR; a season opened on a Beat note and a night exploring sixties revolt and protest. The intent, the anti-culture perhaps a nod toward the psychedelic, most definitely the mood of a Movement. If there was alienation is was not to be this night. However I admit a tough pill to swallow in spite of the motives. Time was needed but what was the rush? Death does that, we do the rest.
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