I’ll let the professionals eulogize the man, and explain him to us; enough to listen to what he thought, I always believed.
This is from his Berlin years: he was primarily composed of cocaine and advance copies of Vogue. Plus, he was living with Iggy Pop and weighed 94 pounds.
He still looked better than you.
(Also, the band he has here is an absolute Murder’s Row featuring the angular Adrian Belew playing the impossible parts. There is also a Brecht/Weill cover and a violinist in aviator shades. Again: cocaine.)