B. with Blue Drink part 2
B. had a loft on Prince Street, with twelve great big windows looking out at the Empire State Building, where she would throw great big lavish dinner parties. Her apartment was something of a nest for kindred spirits of just about every variety. Artists, musicians, hairdressers, hat makers. It was at B.’s loft that I would meet Basquiat, who was SAMO then, and John Cage who made great music you could hardly stand. I remember one night where B.’s mother came to dinner.
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