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.
Lester Bangs: "Hey! I'm gonna buy some import albums! I'll get a whore I know to lend me her charge card!"
Posted December 6, 1984
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Lester Bangs recollected in tranquility