Andy had these silver balloons he was making. I guess it was art, something I didn’t know shit about. So when he first was doing the silver balloons, I came to the Factory on the weekend and he was just finishing them. There was maybe four or five of them floating around, I walked in and Andy says, “Oh Mo, look at my beautiful balloons…”
I said, “Who do you think’s going to buy this shit?”
Andy said, “Oh, oh, oh, oh no, people will like them…”
Then the next day, or a week later, he sold them for $3,000!
Boy Andy worked like a dog. He was always working, if not actually creating art—he was on the phone, planning something. He’d say to Lou and John, “You have to write a song every day.” I don’t think he said it every day, but I remember it as a joke, but not really a joke. Ya know, “How many songs did you write today Lou?”
They’d say, “Two.”
And Andy would say, “Only two?”