Rock & roll is like a painting. Can great paintings still be done? It depends on who holds the brush.
Patti SmithThere were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other's arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep.
Patti SmithI think some of that hopelessness of my generation got passed on to later generations - the sense of uselessness.
Patti Smith