My high school days with Lester Bangs Lest anyone think that I have a few bones to pick myself, let me make clear that I wish neither to trash Lester’s personal or literary reputation nor ...
Lester Bangs at home in NYC, 1981. I get this call from Nick Tosches requesting that I please take Lester, who’d shown up at his door on acid, “off my hands.”
Posted December 6, 1984
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Okay, he's dead. All this brand new grief and hardship never befell him; never will. But words on pages remain: What is their lot? Lester's standard fare was so paradigmatically “of the moment" that he was the rockmag shootist.