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If you don't draw yours, I won't draw mine. A police officer, working in the small town that he lives in, focusing on family and shooting and coffee, and occasionally putting some people in jail.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Confession of ignorance.

I don't *get* the obsession with Andy Warhol.

I regularly see many superb artists, who are about as obscure as any homeless person on the street. Then there's Warhol, who for about a quarter century had undue sway over what and who were considered artistic-- especially in New York.

Maybe I've just got so much hayseed in my hair that I just can't see. Hell, I've never even been to NYC. (And I could carry a pistol there, so I don't have that excuse going for me not having gone.)

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At Tuesday, December 02, 2008 1:48:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I do have a fair amount of Art Education under my belt thanks to my mother, and there was nothing special about Warhol other than his own self-absorbed hipness and that of the attention-hungry loons that surrounded him. His art reflected that- a celebration of celebrity and pop culture for its own empty sake.

He was more talented than Paris Hilton, but aside from that was every bit as vapid. Valerie Solanos was the most interesting thing ever to involve him.

At Tuesday, December 02, 2008 1:50:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Andy Warhol was most popular and most famous in the 60s. They did a lot of drugs in the 60s.

Really, do you need more explanation?

At Tuesday, December 02, 2008 3:32:00 PM, Blogger Matt G said...

"He was more talented than Paris Hilton, but aside from that was every bit as vapid."

Wow. Talk about damning someone with faint praise!

At Tuesday, December 02, 2008 3:34:00 PM, Blogger Matt G said...

In a word, StingRay-- yes.

He's as popular now, 20 years post mortem, as he was in "life."

At Tuesday, December 02, 2008 6:11:00 PM, Blogger Pawpaw said...

I was in New York City for just exactly 12 hours in 1980. A bunch of us were TDY at Fort Dix and spent a Saturday in the Apple.

The first words I heard in NYC were from a drunk at the bus depot. He looked at me and called me a dirty son of a b*itch. I walked over to teach him some country-boy manners and my squad buddies pulled me off of him.

In Times Square, some nitwit offered to trade a watch for my Resistol cowboy hat. I offered to give him a broken leg and he retreated.

At Tuesday, December 02, 2008 6:53:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

He's as popular now, 20 years post mortem, as he was in "life."

The new Volkswagon Beetle, resurgence of afros, the Nth Beatles retrospective album, socialism, Ed Begley Jr.s tv show... idiot hippies are all grow'd up now and spreading their crappy culture as much as they can, only now they are The Man *and* against The Man. And they have kids that they're indoctrinating. Now he's popular for nostalgia, but I expect to see an eventual slope-off in his popularity as the old hippies die off.

At Wednesday, December 03, 2008 5:12:00 AM, Blogger Old NFO said...

Obviously you are not part of the snobbish, left leaning, dope smoking nawthern liberal class :-) THEY get it, we don't (and don't care either)... LOL

At Wednesday, December 03, 2008 8:10:00 PM, Blogger BobG said...

LabRat sums it up pretty well. I always though he was an over-promoted hack, myself. As anyone who lived back in the sixties can tell you, the MSM was just as brainless and concerned about "hipness" as it is now.

Word Verification: shipstiz


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