Lou Reed, Bobby and me
Lou Reed has passed on, R.I.P. dear Lou Reed. It’s interesting how many people of many generations his music touched. I for one remember him being played often in my first lover,father of two of my children,and junkie boyfriend then husband’s, basement. I suppose we listened to “Heroin”and thought it was so cool. The basement was in his parents house in Queens NY and it was his lair. His parent’s would always look at me askance as I made my way through their living room to go downstairs. Of course I would politely say hello, I’m sure his mother answered me but his father would just scowl. They knew what he was up to, and had no control anymore. For me, It was no fun watching him “get off”, heroin is no fun, to watch someone do or do. I was eighteen when I tried it one time and became deathly ill. I hate throwing up more than anything so that was enough to stop me from doing it again. With him and his friends though, it was a habit, and they committed crimes to feed it. Most “petty” but still, it was a slice of life and memory I prefer to keep buried somewhere where my “uglies” go. So yes, I listened to Lou Reed and even had a Siamese cat named Nico but that life is not glamourous. Lou Reed himself made a commercial against drugs. He knew the truth. My first lover and husband died at 31, Lou made it 40 more years.
Rest in Peace Lou