R.I.P., Lou Reed

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Amen - RIP Lou Reed:

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In a bizarre twist of fate, there was apparently a hoax that went around just days ago that he was dead, and literally just yesterday his reps dismissed the rumor that he was dead. Then, he died this morning.
 
This is someone, like George Carlin, that I'll really miss hearing from. IMO, he's up there with Bob Dylan/John Lennon/Paul Simon as one of the best lyric writers of the last 50 years. He was a rare rocker who didn't lose his creative edge as he got older. I think some of the albums he did in the 90s, 25+ years into his career, were brilliant (especially Magic & Loss - a concept album about the process of grief & acceptance after a friend of Lou's died of cancer).

R.I.P. Lou. You could practiacally speak instead of sing, because the words were poetry.
 
A good friend of mine from high school was in Lou Reed's band in recent years. He's the guitarist with the glasses in this video.

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He deleted his Facebook a while back, I would love to hear from him about now.
 
I don't know where I'm going / but I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can / 'cause it makes me feel like I'm a man / when I put a spike into my veins / then I tell you things just aren't quite the same
 
Will post this one, since I called out his later work.

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seeing this is a football forum, and the fact I grew up listening to this, I submit for your pleasure

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You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
All those older guys, they said he was mean and cruel
But you know, I wanted to play football, for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-back
So I say I'm playing right-in
Wanted to play football for the coach
Cause, you know some day, man, you gotta stand up straight
Unless you're gonna fall
Then you're gonna die
And the straightest dude I ever knew
Was standing right for me, all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach
When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour
And you find that your soul, it has been up for sale

And you getting to think about, all the things you done
And you getting to hate just about everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
and the glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through

And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off
They're talking behind your back saying, man
you are never going to be a human being
And you start thinking again
About all those things that you've done
And who it was and who it was
And all the different things you made every different scene

Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember, different people have peculiar tastes
And the Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
(I'm a Coney Island baby, now)
I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel
And the Lord appeared and he has one made of two
Coney Island baby
Man, I swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you
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I've seen this quote attributed to Lou Reed in a few places now (you can Google it and see);

"It always bothers me to see people writing ‘RIP’ when a person dies. It just feels so insincere and like a cop-out. To me, ‘RIP’ is the microwave dinner of posthumous honors."

This is definitely the kind of funny, true, dark thing that he probably would have said. Anyway, I've listened to some of Lou's albums as much as I've listened to anything, saw him a couple times live and even went to meet him once when he was signing stuff at the old Tower Records on Newbury St.

So, posting a few more songs to give more than the usual microwave tribute.

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Linger on...

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