Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight. Goodnight ladies, it’s time to say goodbye…
RIP Lou Reed.
R.I.P Lou Reed,
Your music spoke to me in ways I can’t even begin to explain, thank you for everything.
Visto che và tanto di moda, lo voglio fare anche io un post su Lou Reed! http://thesolation.blogspot.com/2013/10/visto-che-va-tanto-di-moda-lo-voglio.html
He took a walk on the wild side.
Lou & Andy
If you’re walked around certain neighborhoods of New York today, chances are you’ll encounter someone who wants to talk about the one time they met Lou Reed.
"I saw him taking photographs on the street," they’ll say.
Or, “He used to hang out in the coffee shop down the block from me.”
I myself encountered Lou Reed one time. At No. 7, the restaurant in Brooklyn where I hostessed during graduate school. He was there after some performance or another at BAM. We weren’t supposed to expect much by way of graciousness, a handler told us before he arrived. I think he was a vegetarian.
I forgot about the encounter until I went to my local bookstore tonight. It’s where I spend all of my petty cash, so they know my face in there. “How’s it going?” the British guy behind the register asked. He has long hair, and something about him that says, “I once was a record store man.”
"Have you heard about this new Jhumpa Lahiri?" I asked him. "I want to buy it, but the jacket cover sounds boring."
"It’s a bestseller," he said. "But I must confess I haven’t read it."
"I’ll get it anyway," I said. I came across some pocket change yesterday evening. I have $60 to burn in my wallet. I spent it on new socks, a pair of tights, and a hardcover best seller. Things I can’t really afford right now because I have like literally 40 fucking outstanding invoices, and a hospital bill that just went to a collections agency.
"Hey," the guy said. "Did you hear Lou Reed died today?
"I did," I said.
"He came in here one time for an event," he said. Then, with a sigh and a grin, he proclaimed: "He was so miserable, but it was fantastic."