Where the Beuys are...

The ghost of Joseph Beuys was definitely driving a vintage BMW behind me yesterday. Just cruising down Shattuck, like its nobody's business. With a babe riding shotgun. Hopefully listening to something fantastic on the radio, like Warren Zevon, or Gabby Pahinui.

I love his ghost and his ghost likes me.

Joseph Beuys
The Pack, 1969