Of course he does, but the fun along the way negates much of the pain of being a blundering adolescent in the fast, dirty world of rock 'n' roll. From such precious, bittersweet memories, Big Screen blockbusters are made. I vacated the theater with a light '70s buzz and Bangs heavy on my mind. So Bangs was probably whitewashed a bit. Whitewashing is a time-honored Hollywood tradition.
Posterity is a conceit for the living to consider.
The dead could give a shit. I was reading about one dead man, Elvis Presley, when I encountered the work of another, Lester Bangs. I was well into the endnotes of Mystery Train, Greil Marcus' popular treatise on rock music. So I won't bother saying goodbye to his corpse. I will say goodbye to you.