Lester Bangs

Lester Bangs, the greatest rock critic of all time—let’s not shilly-shally about this—would be 74 today, if he’d lived. Of the writers in my personal pantheon, he is in some ways harder for me to imagine who he would be today than some of the nineteenth-century folks. I know exactly who Dostoevsky would be today, although I don’t much like thinking abou…