And Keith Haring, AIDS-thin, reminisced about his friend. He disrupted the politics of the art world and insisted that if he had to play their games, he would make the rules. His images entered the dreams and museums of the exploiters, and the world can never be the same. This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Nobody loves a genius child.
Nobody loves a genius child. Owned by Jennifer Goode's brother, it was one of Jean-Michel's favorite places. In fact, it was his last destination the night before he died. He had come to the club looking for Jennifer. Filmmaker Jim Jarmusch.