Lou Reed, the archetypal NYC troubadour, passed away yesterday. And today I was trying to think what I should say about the man, his music and their place in my life. But it was all coming out too personal and mushy. Then along comes Tom Gross who pointed me to his piece on Reed in today's National Review Online. I'll let Tom speak in my place - with the following proviso: Reed's greatest song is Sweet Jane, covered beautifully by Cowboy Junkies.
Thanks for the good times, Lou. RIP, man.
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