Testing fascist limits on "free speech" while in a constant, white-hot rage.Also photography.
I rented a room in SoHo, NYC, in 1978, from a Japanese immigrant artist who had a loft where she painted large scale canvases that she sold to Fuji and Bank of Tokyo for display in their lobbies. When she worked, she played Bob Marley, really loud. That was the first time I heard these songs.I met Isamu Noguchi, he was visiting her and sitting on the couch when I stumbled out of my room hungover one morning.
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