Andy Warhol

There was a time I would have considered myself a Warhol expert. I read several biographies in addition to his Philosophy and Diary. I subscribed to Interview at one point.
Other things occurred to give a depth to his persona beyond the grave. Regardless, he is someone I admire on one level, yet pity on so many other levels. He died young, when you consider he looked old for so long. I can't imagine being shot for no reason. I can't imagine dying recovering from a routine surgery while my private nurse read her bible.
Pop Art is rather simple on the eye, yet bold hanging on a wall. Maybe I don't get it, but it's what I like. I wear Superman and Coca-cola shirts because of Warhol. I can't but wonder what the world would have been like if he had witnessed the Internet Age. Then again, I think about William Burroughs and how he would have loved Twitter. Today Andy would have been 87, if he hadn't died in '87. Burroughs died August 2, 1997. I think about the two a lot, but not as much as I once did. Used to bother me that they were gay or whatever degree of queer they were, but that's a different post for a different day.