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Andy Warhol and the Concept, On Its Lonesome, of Fame

 Hello.  Relax.  I gonna' wing out a precept or two, if that's alright, and talk about some things people may disagree with.  No worries.  Any impact at all can be converted to fluff with few lazy words.  That is why this is happening in frivolous quiz game format.   Question:  Was Andy Warhol an (a.) white savior, or (b.) a hoary looking dildo?  The former thing, white savior, could be illustrated by Warhol's help in making artist Jean-Michel Basquiat famous.   The young artist gained fame, as intended, and his paintings sell for a load of money these days.  People have quazi-religious faith in the importance of the work and the individual.

For readers who feel that Andy Warhol was, in any or all ways, a dildo, Basquiat passed from a heroin overdose at age 28.  This old cow hand does not consider that to be Andy's fault, but one could cite an unwholesome environment attributed to Andy Warhol's Factory.  The house band, The Velvet Underground, was not famous for mental hygiene.  More the opposite.  Lou Reed was no beacon of safe, harmonious living.  He was a famous junkie.   This may all seem like a broad, abstruse heap of cereal treat material, those confections made from puffed rice and sweet  quazi-edible binding materials.  I may have to mitigate my position on fame and Warhol.

Fame.   He's gonna' live forever.  Fame.  It was a tool, an aegis and applied philosophy, a strategy, maybe a few other things.  Warhol was vocal about the power and wealth people are able to achieve  by making themselves, and others, e.g. persons associated with Warhol's Factory, famous.   Jean-Michel Basquiat.

Warhol deliberately and methodically made  Basquiat famous, and in short order increased the market value of Basquit's paintings.  Everyone living and breathing is welcome to agree or disagree that Warhol may have been in part responsible for Basquiat's untimely check out.  Are you not intrigued by this supposition?  Do you care that the word 'supposition' reminds me of 'suppository?'  Tangential, but perhaps we are all taking news and information up the ass.

No?  Sure.   Now I have to let the dogs out.  Your fault.  You are making me do this:  What if people are becoming school shooters out of a perverse, desperate need to achieve fame?  They get their dimpled little mugs on national news, their names are named thousands of times on the news and on true crime shows, all Crab Nebula of stars, one for each evil scum bag who does a mass shooting because some dildo wants to be famous, and can't do it by way of musical acumen.  They don't have it to paint pictures of Campbell's soup cans, or Brillo boxes.  Their only way to be famous is to kill, kill, kill.  Sick, sick, sick.  But Warhol did some cool art work.  We got a museum named after his white, white, white, white albino Campbell's soup eating ass.  He got famous.  He's gonna live forever...



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