I know I’m a little late with this news, but Lou Reed is dead. And so there followed a week of sweet remembrances, well deserved for someone who contributed so much to our culture. There’s something, though, in the story of his death that has me questioning reality as its always been presented to me. I wonder if any of you are feeling the same way.
First I’d like to start with the Velvet Underground song Heroin. It’s not my favorite song that Lou Reed ever sung, but somehow it’s the one that sticks in my head, revisits me when I least expect it. I’ll be walking down the street, minding my own business, and suddenly finding myself humming “heroin, it’s my life, it’s my wife.” The power of pop music is strong. The point, though, is that that was not a work of fiction from Mr. Reed and matrimony is a serious commitment.
Next I’d like to move on to the obituary written by his final wife, the inimitable Laurie Anderson. She writes that he “spent his last days… being happy and dazzled by the beauty and power and softness of nature.” This, of course, was four decades after his first marriage to Miss Heroin.
According to everything I ever learned, one should not be able to have all that Lou Reed had in one lifetime. It would seem that he got to the furthest reaches of both the darkness and the light. I think we can look at his example and know that way more is possible than what we have been allowed to imagine.
Is this the most inappropriate business hotel blog ever written? I apologize.