Yes, it does seem unlikely that Keith and I would be hanging out. But he set it up. We were in a cavernous hotel bar in New York City, the kind you used to frequent back in the 1990s before they were all renovated. One of those. We met there. I don’t remember what I was drinking, or if I was drinking. Or if Keith was drinking. But who cares.
We spoke of art and music and Johnny Depp. He shaved for the event. And was a total gentleman. He wanted me to continue to make art. I needed that.
Thank you Keith, for your creative support and for just being there.