"As I mourned by the sea, two images came to mind, watermarking the paper- colored sky. The first was the face of his wife, Laurie. She was his mirror; in her eyes you can see his kindness, sincerity, and empathy. The second was the 'great big clipper ship' that he longed to board, from the lyrics of his masterpiece, 'Heroin.' I envisioned it waiting for him beneath the constellation formed by the souls of the poets he so wished to join."—Patti Smith: Mourning Lou Reed
. [The New Yorker] — Xeni
Artist and musician Laurie Anderson wrote a memorial for The East Hampton Star
on Long Island. It's the local paper for the area where she and her late husband, Lou Reed
, spent much happy time together. Here is her remembrance, in full:
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Photograph of Lou Reed by Andy Warhol.
One of the greats is gone. Singer, songwriter, guitarist, poet, and artist Lou Reed has died. Reed underwent a liver transplant in May. He was 71. Update: He died of liver disease, report the New York Times and other sources.
From Rolling Stone's obituary, the first report online:
With the Velvet Underground in the late Sixties, Reed fused street-level urgency with elements of European avant-garde music, marrying beauty and noise, while bringing a whole new lyrical honesty to rock & roll poetry. As a restlessly inventive solo artist, from the Seventies into the 2010s, he was chameleonic, thorny and unpredictable, challenging his fans at every turn. Glam, punk and alternative rock are all unthinkable without his revelatory example. "One chord is fine," he once said, alluding to his bare-bones guitar style. "Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you're into jazz."
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