Went to the Lou-In at Lincoln Center, where we stood around listening to his songs, like a bunch of stragglers from all yesterday's parties.
It was like a strange concert with no band and no one to look at but each other. Geezers who have been exhibiting the same concert behavior since 1969. The guy with the backpack in the foreground was, like me, by himself, and he was doing the reptile head-jerk in time to Sweet Jane. There were people who were trying to look like they were underground insiders, and people I didn't recognize, but seemed to be celebrities, because they were instantly surrounded by photographers. That's Julian Schnabel in the white painter's pants.