What is your most vivid SoHo memory?
Dave Schackman. He worked as a plumber. He had a loft, and made a documentary about himself and his dog. Dave and I dated for awhile. He smoked pot, and he told me, “life without grass isn’t worth living. He imvited everyone to watch his documentary and there were a lot of people there. It was about his daily life
Is there anything else you would like to add?
With his dog. After the showing I did not know what to say. It didn’t seem like art to me. It was like Andy Warhohl, pointless. I think drugs make people see more in things than are there. Dave went out to San Francisco. I heard he drove his car over a cliff accidentally into the ocean. I felt bad, he was a good and innocent kid.