I met him decades ago before he was well-known and he was an odd little guy, quiet but intense. One of those too-tightly-wrapped people that you just know would be ... colorful if they ever came undone. As we’ve seen, he was. A lot of artists are damaged in some way. Gives them something to write about, sing about, etc. I guess.
I’m listening to an audiobook about Edward Curtis, the photographer who documented American Indian tribes in the early 20th century. He was nuts, too. (I have conflicted relationships with photographers.)