Ladies and Gentlemen a mister Lou Reed (1942-2013):
Upon hearing Oh! Sweet Nothing covered loudly and perfectly in a loft during a black, cold Alaskan winter, I absolutely wanted more. I sought him out. His Sung. Spoken. Somewhere in between self. It didn’t matter. Lou Reed always made a certain kind of sense. Surface and musical simplicities making room for a lyrical mess, one prone to stay deeply with you, coursing and creating thought like a river carving this earth. The loud. The quiet. The place Reed felt most comfortable was making you uncomfortable, seen, and more intelligent with honest realization. He shaped. And this matters.