I’m reading Just Kids by Patti Smith and I wonder… who else could write about tiny rooms in dingy motels full of addicts and creeps, bedbugs and lice , desperation and desire for artistic success and make it all sound so romantic and lovely?
Or… maybe there is something wrong with me.
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We must like the same books then because I heard her interviewed last week and I'm dying to pick this up.
Also, thanks for following me on Twitter.
I like her and Robert Mapplethorpe so this book is doubly interesting and so far pretty engrossing!
I got to interview her about 13 years ago for my college paper. Spent almost the entire time talking about how much her son rips on guitar. She's so cool.
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