I’ve spoken about my musical upbringing before, to explain why I’ve posted everything from the hardcore techno rap of Afrika Bambaataa to the mellow rock of America to thorny modern classical music. Growing up in Washington Heights in Manhattan in the 1970s and 1980s exposed you to all sorts of music. I had influences from friends and family and my own curiosity.
One of the first albums I bought when I started buying albums (back when they were still vinyl) was Lou Reed’s “Berlin”. I bring this up because MTV’s Palladia concert channel just rebroadcast a performance Reed gave in Brooklyn a couple of years ago in which he turned “Berlin” into a conceptual performance. Watching the music meld with the images crafted for the show called to mind yet again what a true maverick Mr. Reed was. The pop music of the past 40 years would have been very different without his influence and that of the Velvet Underground.
As a writer, I’m a firm believer that a death isn’t to be mourned, but a life is to be celebrated. So join me in celebrating the life of Lewis Allan Reed, as he plays his great gig in the sky.
A Walk On The Wild Side
Foot Of Pride
How Do You Think it Feels
Chat away, and RIP Lou Reed.