“So perhaps the truest autobiography I could ever write, and I know this holds as well for many other people, would take place largely at record counters, jukeboxes, pushing forward in the driver’s seat while AM walloped you on, alone under headphones with vast scenic bridges and angelic choirs in the brain through insomniac postmidnights, or just to sit at leisure stoned or not in the vast lap of America, slapping on sides and feeling good.” —
Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung
Creem, June 1971
RIP Cy Twombly
You will be missed.