I've always been a big fan of Dennis Hopper. I guess I loved the hippy in him, or me. Neil Young wrote a song that is a favorite of mine called "Comes a Time". To all of us, bar none, there comes a time and when Hopper died last year, I felt a little piece of me died with him. I guess it was the freedom that was once so welcome in this country. When people would just show up somewhere and make a small city, if only for a few days.
Now, I write about Super Drones spying on us. A pity I think. I really don't know if I want to be around when they have these things in every city and you can't have three people standing on a corner without a cop showing up asking for your identification or some type of paperwork. Freedom is what this country is, or was all about and the loss of it should bother us all. But, even with everyone seeing what's going on, no one seems to care. I do.
This post isn't about that. No preaching here, not today anyway. This is really about the last of the Easy Rider. It seems that the Hopper family is selling all his artwork, as is their right. I would, it means nothing to him now. The man had an eye for art. The late, great Vincent Price himself told a young Hopper to invest in artwork. It really paid off. He had millions of dollars of artwork when he died from some of the greatest artists ever. He did not die a poor man, at least in material possessions.
The kids will sell the art and his houses and his most of his possessions. I doubt his most prized things had anything to do with art or money. I know when my Dad died, I wanted his medals and I still have them. It's the little things that you think of when you're dying I think. Not some painting you have in a vault somewhere. I have a birthday card from my daughter that she made when she was four, maybe five. She made it out of cardboard and crayons and money cannot buy it, if any idiot would offer.
Dennis had an Andy Warhol painting of Chairman Mao. I don't know if he was high, but I would have to be to do what he did. He came around a corner, was surprised somehow and shot two holes in the piece. When Warhol found out, he laughed and told Hopper he didn't destroy it, he made it better. He called him a collaborator. He called one a "warning shot" and the other a "bullet hole". Probably in Hopper's drug years, which lasted about as long as my own.
According to this AP piece I read this morning, they sold one painting at
Christie's Auction House in November for $5.8 million dollars.I don't think his kids, or his ex-wife who I hear are arguing over the money, art and houses will ever have to work. I wonder about people such as this. Fighting over that many millions of dollars to me is just stupid, but greed is the name of the game I guess. I just think Easy Rider, the Easy Rider in my mind anyway, wouldn't give a shit. I can see him at the auction, long hair, beard, hat and dirty clothes giving them all the fucking finger!


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Those pieces of "shit"? All Andy Warhols. Before Andy Warhol was known by anyone.
I expect he stiffened up with that finger pointing towards the skies laughing away....
I don't know about the fighting over the estate. That would indicate to me that the family had problems with each other, not just money. On one hand, I can't imagine fighting with my sister over whatever we eventually inherit. On the other, I've got kids who are very needy for attention (for reasons that include, in one case, severe physical disabilities and, in the other case, incomplete comprehension of why a disabled kid needs so much attention), and I suspect that jealousy could, down the road, lead to conflicts, assuming I'm capable of leaving much. My parents are also divorced and remarried - which happened in my adulthood rather than childhood - so I suppose it's possible there could be conflicts between the sets of kids who really don't know each other that well.
What I'm saying is that it isn't necessarily all about greed; there are other factors at work. Some of it may be about turf. Some may be about feeling slighted and just reacting to being hurt.
Have you ever seen a movie called The Dresser, with Albert Finney? If you have, there's something in that movie that would illustrate part of my point really well.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/neilyoung/comesatime.html
The recording above has the guitar loud in relation to the vocals, so here's a link to the lyrics.
Also, I should say that I loved certain things about Easy Rider, the main one of which is perhaps the best and most evocative use of rock music in a movie ever. My vote for the song most representative of the Sixties is Born To Be Wild, which I think may be the quintessential rock song. I know, people from around that era tend to vote for Stairway, but I prefer Born To Be Wild. (My vote for the second most evocative Sixties song is, oddly enough, the Byrds' cover of Dylan's My Back Pages because it does a perfect job of blending the feel of early Sixties folk with later Sixties rock. If you don't know what song I'm referring to, the chorus ends "but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.")
Dave, I think I'll think that way too. Him and Fonda just riding away!
Songbird, it's so sad that that memory will stay with you. Thanks!
Mike, the only cover my work will ever see is the cover of the hard copy I make. The powers that be don't seem to like me much!
cartouche, I think he even talked Jack Nicholson into collecting.
Mis, I like to think that he would tell the world to bend over, put their heads between their legs and to kiss their own ass!
Michelle Coulter, thanks for stopping by. Another Young fan!
Kosher, I've read a lot about this. It started before he died. His wife and kids were fighting over him and his daughter even moved in his house and the wife and kid left. Just plain greed on someone's part, whose, who knows!
Best Wishes,
Blittie
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looks a little dated now, the audience from back then is retiring now and a lot more conservative
Buffy
His attitudes and many of his characterizations were what life was and ought to still be.
America has been dead for some time and only lives within those of us whp still carry the true American spirit.
Unfortunately, we can now be harassed, arrested and/or beaten, tazed or shot just by being what a real American was.
Here's a comment I copied from another site.
It is accurate:
"Back before America became a police state you didn't need papers to travel between the states. I feel sorry for the young people of this nation who will never know an America where it wasn't demanded that you show your papers without probable cause and a warrant".
I'll always be an "Easy Rider" and a REAL American.
Rated.
His first break, his twilightZone episode as a neoNazi haunted by Hitler's ghost, is compelling. Dennis was very young.
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GRETA PIECE AND WHOOHOOOO ON THE EP
Congratulations Scanner, on the EP!
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And it is well deserved. This is some of your best writing, Scanner. I especially enjoyed this line: "I don't know if he was high, but I would have to be to do what he did."
Congratulations!
Lezlie
Incidentally- in addition to being an art collector- Dennis Hopper was also an artist- started off in LA in the early 60's before he made it as an actor.
He'll be missed.
“because the reality of things going on around me is more interesting than the fantasies of the world I work in.”
~Dennis Hopper
Loved the Warhol story.
It's a wonder tall trees ain't layin' down.
Well deserve, excellent post.
Love the Warhol story too...Keep on keeping on and remember .She wore Blue Velvet......
Yeah, it is so sad that Dennis passed. It is sort of like the end of an era. He is probably somewhere in the cosmos now, listening to Jerry rifting on his guitar in some cosmic, heavenly, Dead show. Gawd bless him!
From Apocalypse Now.