Lou Reed is dead. When I close my eyes, I am 17 year old again in the village, the Velvet Underground pressed me on as they hummed in my head phones. I felt completely high on life, higher than I'd ever felt on any drug. The world was beneath me, my converse pulled on by a greater force than gravity as I passed by what was then at least a monument to a time I could only imagine--a time I worshiped as a teenager.
We've got some coke, speed, weed, and some seeds for later. We thought it'd be fitting to pay tribute to him by listening to his songs and getting supremely high. I don't know he was so influential to both R and myself. If you read my old blog, I'm sure you'll have noticed a few posted songs/titles of posts that are Velvet Underground songs. When I was younger, my favorite songs to play on guitar while high were VU songs (i.e. Heroin, Rock n Roll, What Goes On, etc.). It was such a staple, especially when I started using, it felt like it was only appropriate to listen to them.
I saw Lou walking his dog last year as we were walking around the Chelsea art galleries with R and his family for his grandma's birthday. It felt that day as if he had a glowing field around him, we dared not disturb him, but I couldn't help but look on in awe.
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