I’m not gonna pretend that I’m “devastated” by the death of a 71 year old man who I never knew personally.
I mean, liver problems? Lou fucking Reed? Hell, it’s almost as if he might have tried drugs at some point, or maybe drank some liquor that was fairly high in alcohol volume at some time in his life. Who would have thought?
From everything I can understand, he lived a great life. He did what he wanted to do, without compromise, fighting not only the stifling, middle class environment he was raised in, but also the “artistic” environment that ended up embracing him, once he found out that not everybody in that environment was as open minded as they pretended to be, and that should be celebrated, not mourned.
Mourning should be left to the people who really did know him personally.
I can say this: he was one of my favorite song writers/musicians of all time, and I’m glad to be able to say that I was born at a point in time where I’m both young and old enough to appreciate his contribution to the world of music, and the huge influence he had on the multitude of musicians that came after him, a lot of whom I also appreciate greatly.
I can also say this: there were times in my life when his music made me happy and nothing else could. I know I’m just one of a few hundred thousand people in this world who can say that, and many of them have, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
R.I.P., Lou Reed, and thank you for sharing your art with the rest of the world. A lot of people are all the better for it.
I know I am.