We all got asked that question a million times, and God knows I’ve given every possible answer: Warhol, Jesus, Christopher Hitchens.
But idols are all fallible, and the best thing you can squeeze out of them is nostalgia. When that odd question is asked, which person from the past you would want to meet at a small café of your choice, late in the evening, with sleepy waitresses shuffling around, the answer should be no one.
No one at all. From Hendrix to Picasso, artists are their work. Especially now that they are dead. "But something keeps turning you on..."