I’m not sure what else to post today, and I’ve still got Lou Reed on the brain, so here’s a little “Rock and Roll.”
There’s something about this music. Not just this particular song; I mean Rock & Roll itself. It has elements of everything, but isn’t like anything else in the world. I don’t know what I’d do without this music. I mean, I like Jazz and Blues and all the rest. But nothing has ever touched me the same way. I’ve really never been able to fully articulate it. It feels like home. Like peace. I don’t know what the first “rock” song I heard was. I don’t know when I started responding to an electric guitar the same way and addict must respond to getting his fix, but I do know that I’m hooked the same way. My life was saved by Rock & Roll.
I’m pretty sure Lou Reed felt the same way. Music mattered to him. He loved it. But he wasn’t afraid to challenge the thing he loved. His vision of the world never quite meshed with the way it was supposed to be portrayed in music. He told the truth as he knew it, wrote about the people he knew and the things he did. If you didn’t like it, tough. If you didn’t believe it, your were wrong. Or worse, you were a liar and a hypocrite. If you didn’t want to hear what Reed was saying, then you could just get out, because he wasn’t going to shut up. Whatever. He had no patience for you anyway.
That’s an attitude I can respect. That’s Rock & Roll.