We all got asked that
question a million times, and God knows I’ve given every possible answer: Warhol, Jesus, Christopher Hitchens.
But idols are all
fallible, and the best thing you can squeeze out of them is nostalgia. When
that odd question is asked, which person from the past you would want to meet
at a small café of your choice, late in the evening, with sleepy waitresses shuffling around, the answer should be no one.
No one at all.
From Hendrix to Picasso, artists are their work. Especially now that they are
dead. "But something keeps turning you on..."
