Since I had all my Lou Reed out to listen to (surprised I have none of Reed's 8-tracks) and watch (vhs and dvd) I thought I might as well pile it on the bathroom scale and see what it all weighed.
48.5 pounds.
I was disappointed. I thought for sure I had 50 pounds of Reed's shit.
Then I remembered I had not added all my Velvet Underground records, cds and cassettes to the pile.
81 pounds.
About the size of the shit that killed Elvis.
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wow
I am undecided about a commercial playing on TV now for some kind of video game. Perfect Day off Transformer. Good to hear but the context is all wrong for me.
I used a ten and a five and seven ones plus some nickels pennies and dimes to make up twenty six dollars and put it all in a cracked pickle jar. I'm going to send it to someone in NYC to go out to Harlem,125th and Lexington and give it to a wino. So long Lou. That's the best I can think to do.
Didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I read this https://www.theguardian.com/music/2017/may/20/lou-reed-walk-wild-side-transphobic-lyrics-canada
sassy
Torontonians, if I may generalize, have given us much to laugh and cry about. They are The Gift, as Reed once put it, that keeps on giving.
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