Picasso's radio played musicthat no one else had even heard yet.Sitting in Paris in 1911he was already listening to Bob Dylan.He knew the Rolling Stones by heart.He would say to Georges Braque, "Georges,there's this really neat group called the Eagles,"but Braque was busy playing Bachon classical clarinet. "Gertrude," Pablo would say,"you'd love this record called Blonde on Blonde,"but Stein would give him a stony stareand turn a deaf ear. So Picasso would goback to his studio there in Bateau Lavoirand turn up Beggar's Banquet loud, until Juan Grisbanged on the ceiling. Alas, when he movedto bourgeois quarters in Montparnasse,Picasso left his radio behind. He always wantedto find it again, to tune into Tina Turner,but some unscrupulous second-hand dealerhas hoarded it away in his basementwhere every single night he listens to paintingsthe world will never see.
From Dunino (1989) by Stephen Scobie.