28 October 2013
The Diamond of Lou Reed
Lou Reed's hospitalization and liver transplant earlier this year prepared me for his death, which I learned about just now. It is not every rocker, not every poet, that get sick before they die.
Reed taught me how to live before I taught myself how not to die. Pedal to the metal, motherfuckers, then the sense to ease off on the gas a little.
People older than me had Elvis Presley or maybe Chuck Berry. I had Lou Reed.
If I had to do it over, I would not. Glad I spotted the diamond of Lou Reed in the stinking shit heap that is the entertainment industry. I am going to miss him until I too am dead.
After I listened to a couple talking heads eulogize Reed on television it was time to choose the first Lou Reed record I would listen to once he too had left the building.
Rock 'n' Roll Animal.
Turned up loud enough for Lou to listen to in Hell.