Showing posts with label Robert Mapplethorpe. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Just Kids

I was captivated and deeply moved by this book by Patti Smith. An artist I was immediately taken with-- from the first time I heard her debut album, "Horses." This, despite the fact that her music was outside the musical boundaries of my social stratosphere at that time (1975), when it had to be "the San Francisco sound", or Southern rock, pretty much. Something about Patti's darkly poetic style pulled me in. My Lake Tahoe contemporaries didn't get it. How could I call myself a Deadhead? Ah, labels...

"Just Kids" chronicles a magical time. A time of immense creativity, combined with the unbridled freedom to express it. A time that came and went like a white-hot flash. It follows the friendship of two incredibly artistic and misunderstood kids. Robert Mapplethorpe was Patti's first friend in New York City in 1969. They clicked from the start, sensing something remarkable in one another. That love and friendship propelled them both toward eventual success and major recognition.

And the rest is history... Smith writes in the most jaw-droppingly beautiful style. Such a tribute to her friend!

Throughout, I thought of my own wonderful friend and muse, James. When we met in 1979, it was love at first sight. Never physical love, though we shared a bed many times. No, this love was different. We both felt like we had finally met that person who really "got us", after feeling odd and misunderstood for the better part of our twenty-something years.

Through life's various misadventures, our love and mutual respect remains steadfast. Through heartbreak, marriages, parenthood, loss, and more. Some friendships didn't stand the test of time. They crashed and burned or fizzled out quietly. But not us. We made it through.

There have been occasional speed bumps in our friendship over the last 34 years, but it always come back to one undeniable fact. That we need each other in a way that no other friend or partner can ever fulfill. It continues to be a necessary force in our very different lives.

Someday, I will fill a book with our own stories. Some day.