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Subject: Sad Song - Lou Reed Dies 71 Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:52 am
Sad Song
...Indulgent yes,but I lost my friend yesterday.So many things never got said.It was only last week,I thought about his mortality,to get off my arse, write to him,tell him about the time my father hit me for playing "That Nazi Shit","But Dad,he's Jewish !",the second hit was harder than the first.'It was Kill Your Sons" blasting away,1986 the year they phased out LP's and RCA records sold all their product cheap.In K-Mart at Bateau Bay of all places. In one go I bought,Berlin,Lou Reed,Transformer,Sally Can't Dance,Rock and Roll,Greatest Hits,New Sensations,for $2 each,when they sold as imports for $14,except Transformer,always being available on shelf usually.I had enough change,to buy a packet of cigarettes,a $20 stick of marijuana,that weighed in at four grammes and was kick arse Thai stuff,you actually tripped out on it,not like the artificial garbage they have now. It was a small Central Coast village back then,Budgewoi.I couldn't stand the in-crowd surfer culture and rebelled towards an alternative culture that was not yet borne locally or even understood,unless you were from the inner parts of Sydney,which one frequented regularly to buy hard to get albums,recordings,or memorabilia,like that 1975 Creem Magazine,an interview with Lou Reed and Lester Bangs. I used to laugh at the hermit crab of Lesters,jumping about to Metal Machine Music,that "or he's dancing". I'm sure Lou would look back and smile. I'll miss you Lou...I really do.
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Subject: The Velvet Underground - I'm Waiting For The Man Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:55 am
It's Who I am,it's what I do. I don't hide it or deny it.I'm an arty drug user big deal,I don't hurt you or anybody,but myself. Sneer at convention and your liquid legal poison,as Iggy Pop coined it in his song,Some Weird Sin,"Makes me Sad and Ill,that's when I want,some weird sin" .
And having a psychopathic former gaol warden for a father,who carried on about the evils of drugs and homosexuals,who beat me at thirteen for drug use and I never seen a marijuana plant in my life,by fourteen that had changed,when I found my first,well three,seven footers,with buds of hallucination,no more sneaky beers.Or wine.That just made you angry and vomit...heh,real fun that is.This stuff,great for the family violence and trauma,hence Kill Your Sons being a favourite song of Lou Reeds,not the favourite,but one of,that laurel always belonged to The Velvets studio original,Waiting For The Man.
I had this history teacher,who knew my proclivities.He used to bet the other staff members if I came to class stoned as it turned out.We didn't like each other and I only put an effort in,if it was about Adolf Hitler.Just to outrage,but I secretly listened to his speeches on the World Bankers and the Rothschilds funding both sides of the war,we were pretty advanced. I tried to say with snobbish delivery the wrong pronunciation for Avante Garde,being my taste in music,presenting my interest in Brian Eno and early Roxy Music as evidence for this. With smirking glee he walked away,near choking back giggles,I blissfully unaware of what came next.
Wednesdays double period,it was after the exams and Paul the History teacher comes in,a milk crate filled with old records.He pulls two out and strides towards me and slaps them on the desk,holding out his hand,"Here your search for the Avante Garde ends,a fiver will do",I had a number of fivers,being Austudy Pay day,greatfully I handed the purple note over,two albums I never heard,or seen before,A Banana and a dark witch,with song titles written in German (Nico - The End),a language I was studying for,to become a spy in Europe,The Wall still being up and trading on the European Son of appearance I sport,could've been a fun trip.
I go home,there's good marijuana,Kate Bush's The Kick Inside hadn't left the spool of that old Weltron for weeks.Chasing a girl I could never have,that looked like Kate Bush and Jackie Kennedy.I didn't want to lose my cherry properly,to the easy cheap fucks who just wanted to notch me up as their next casualty,none of them got me,except their mothers,if only they knew,I made them think I was faggot so no-one ever "clicked",or that murder would've happened long ago.
The hit was instant and this lullaby of a song,that would chill a baby with tooth-ache into the softest of slumbers,drifting cloud to cloud with each verse,a dreamy LSD-scape,a drug the New Yorkian culture hated,having a lot of pent up issues,amphetamine destroyed the hippy movement,but New York Punks,knew their way.I was a pothead and the first three minutes is usually paranoia until you focus and beam.No,I was calm and absolute and thought this is just some arty venture,drifting into others dreams,until track two.
Waiting For The Man.
The beginning is abrupt and your caught up in the traffic,like your getting off the underground metro train.Shoe shod Feet upon the tiled floor makes for a clatter of an ambience.People pushing to get office,or serving coffee and tea,the parks,have an underground trade in flesh or your taste in exotic substances and herbs,that give you a different angle.The flesh always caused you trouble,it was furthest from my mind and out of my pay,nor necessary,only had The Man in my interest.
My uncles flatmates in Newtown knew me and my taste for The Stooges,I got an insight to his roadie experience due to his connection with Williamson from the bands later years.His Detroit accent was unmistakable it was like God blessed me for a moment in that dark inner Sydney suburb
Surfer Culture snobbery forced my hand to seek a sleazier alley,lucky to get through alive,disease and addiction free.But I had fun.It was at a time, when drugs,like Heroin and Amphetamine was contained amongst the music and arts scene,not the backyard labs destroying whole suburbs with cheap,dirty inferior product that you have now.Still smoke for insights now,but clean from other substance of enhancement or nullification.Lou was never the cause of that,it was there before I met him through his music,I was just exhilarated to find someone with that cool style,only Lou could do.
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Subject: Lou Reed - Coney Island Baby (1976) Sat Oct 28, 2023 9:06 pm
Lou was a pioneer of many things than just music.He was the first in social trends too,like being the first rock-star to date a transgender named "Rachel" openly.This is before the politically motivated useful idiots today who don't even see they're being manipulated by Marxist forces,there's quite a difference between the "GAY" community and LGBTQ++manic mob that's present.The gay community are base and don't want kids involved in their bedroom activities unlike the freakish LGBTQ's who approve of sexualized story book readings by trannies at primary schools.
In Lou's time it was love and acceptance and explorations of each others emotions and physical pleasures.I remember reading Patty Smith,walking past Lou during rehearsals saying to him,"How can such a bastard like you make such beautiful music ?".
Lou and I share something here,only show the softer aspects to those you love.
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Subject: Miss you, Lou: A tribute Sun Oct 29, 2023 7:04 am
This is co-incidental.I only come back here a couple of days ago,started writing again and never do I want to know the death day of those I love.Like Pudden,my 22 year old cat,can't tell you the day or month he went,the same for Lou Reed.
It was only two days ago,his death anniversary.
Well old boy,hope you find Delmore Schwartz whilst up there Lou,a like minded soul,so you could discuss openly theories and styles of writing like the days back in Syracuse (Spelling) University.So many mundane souls,afraid you'd get bored.Baby you're so vicious.
Wonder what your return will be but only when.Later Lou.
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Subject: The Sacred Triangle - Lou,Iggy and Bowie Sun Oct 29, 2023 7:23 am
They've finally made this online,been waiting years to get this.
IMBd wrote:
The Sacred Triangle enlightens us on how one of the most influential pop stars of the previous century, Ziggy Stardust, was born. This is the same question Velvet Goldmine, a great film by Todd Haynes, once tried to answer. Progressing like a detective story, The Sacred Triangle investigates the influence Lou Reed and Iggy Pop had to David Bowie’s (then on the verge of a breakthrough) music and stage persona. The section on the Velvet Underground alone is enough of a reason to watch this movie.
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Subject: Lou Reed - Kill Our Sons Fri Nov 17, 2023 8:54 pm
Billy Ruben wrote:
John Cale once said it's an old song of his,written around the Velvet Undergrounds time,with Cale,so early 68 and before.The way Lou sings this rather political protest song,is reminiscint of the "Another View" era,known as the lost fourth album,but actually recorded before "The Velvet Underground",which introduced Doug Yule as Cales replacement.
The lost fourth album,is just a collection of recordings,67-68,that was split into two different albums,Another View and VU.Kill Your Sons was never recorded with the Velvets,but it's here as the Basement Tapes,the period between Lou leaving the Velvets,working for his fathers business and heading on a solo career.
And very,very different from the Sally Can't Dance version,about treating your childrens rebellious spirits with psyche therapy,when they themselves,sorely needed it more.
This is the basement-tape. Recorded in 1970. Four years before "Kill your sons" came out on "Sally can't dance" in 1974. "Kill our sons" is an anti-war-song. "Kill your sons" is a psychoanalytic song. The Lou-Red-history must be rewiritten.
All you drunken congressmen -- they're getting out the vote By shipping out the youngest to war in tax paid votes And filling up the jails with youth who will not drink the swill You've broken all our hearts but you know you cannot break our will (Don't) you know you gotta -- kill our sons you know you gotta -- kill our sons (Don't) you know you gotta -- kill our sons Before they reclaim the land
Politicians seized with rage they cannot find the words To express their hate and fears to all the boys and girls And big business has different ways to take care of the waste They send our sons off overseas, blood's what they like to taste Don't you know you gotta -- kill your sons Don't you know you gotta -- kill your sons Don't you know you gotta -- kill, kill, kill our sons Before they reclaim our land
Saturday the news is war and also Sunday too And silver nights and dark fog days it's war and war to you The presidents and his friends and wine seem to enjoy the things they do And those that aren't killed are thrown in jail -- they enjoy just what they do you know you gotta -- kill your sons you know you gotta -- kill your sons (Don't) you know you gotta -- kill your sons Before they reclaim the land
"Things aren't black and white, ya know." I heard an ogre say While drinking down his whiskey and eating cardboard steak It's really like what I heard, I heard the president say "kill the ???????????" you know you gotta -- kill your sons you know you gotta -- kill your sons you know you gotta -- kill your sons Before they reclaim the land
Subject: Sad Song - Lou Reed Dies 71 
Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:52 am
