The Lou I knew liked speed and cheap Scotch. Had short hair and wore weird shoes. Just as he could write something as harrowing as “Rock Minuet” or as tender as “Perfect Day,” he could also be frightening, the surliest of misanthropes, or the most gentle person imaginable.
The songs he wrote for the Velvet Underground, back when I knew him, did as much as anything else in the ’60s to change my whole system of values. Even more than Bob Dylan’s, because they dealt with more complex issues and real taboos, Lou Reed’s songs taught me about many things, from why one always should try to be compassionate to the idea that a writer should shy away from nothing.… Seguir leyendo »