Audacious as she was as a young artist, Patti Smith never harbored any illusions of immortality. At 25, three years before crafting one of the first punk records from scraps of poetry, doowop, rock ’n’ roll, jazz and opera with her debut album, Horses, she filled the pages of Seventh Heaven with poems about the recent dead (“Edie Sedgwick”), … Continue reading Live Review: Patti Smith, New York City, Sept. 19, 2021