We'd been remembering John, and I was remembering Dad, who died in May and would have been 90 yesterday; all these years and I never realised he shared a birthday with Roy Lichtenstein (to the day), Sylvia Plath and Dylan Thomas. Many thoughts of not going gentle into that good night, therefore. And then I wake from a post-lunch snooze and turn on the internets and hear about Lou.
Well, that was one I didn't expect. It always seemed like Lou would outlive us all.
He was REAL (maaan); he invented himself (in true Warhol style).
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
And it's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
He was Lou.
There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
Lou Reed - 'Magic And Loss - The Summation' (1992)