Early in Just Kids, here’s how Patti Smith describes a life-changing trip to an art museum:
“I’m certain, as we filed down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve-year-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.”
Been reading JUST KIDS too. I love it. I’ve been listening to lots of Lou Reed as a result, especially from Coney Island Baby.