Dad’s Musical Hero, Lou Reed, Dies.

It’s Velvet Underground all the way in the folk’s house tonight as it has been announced that Lou Reed died earlier today.

While mum’s rock hero is definitely the distinctly melancholy Nick Cave, dad idolises Lou Reed, or has done. I grew up on lyrics about heroin and white light and vicious, and he feels a part of my music too.

Dad took me to see him a few years back in the Symphony Hall in Birmingham. It was probably the most sober gig I have ever been to. You weren’t even allowed to go to the loo, and if you somehow avoided the door staff they wouldn’t let you back in until the interval – yes, there was an interval too.

It was a far cry from the madness dad describes of his New York gigs when he and mum were new together, but his gravitas was stunning and I loved it as a most different experience in rock.


Even when he was kicking off and creating a huge wall of sound, there was always something spare about it. Dad loved to quote him apparently saying that “One cord is fine, two is getting a bit crowded, but three? Three is getting into jazz”.

Apparently he married Laurie Anderson a few years back, she’s the odd bird who sang “Oh Superman”, again that’s one from the parents’ archive, an odd moment in sound that I quite like as well.

Well he certainly isn’t my era, by about 30 years, but he was a dude for sure. Mr Reed we salute you.


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