Thank you, Mr. Lou Reed

Since the news of Lou Reed’s death yesterday afternoon, everything has been written about him and the Velvet Underground.

There is nothing unique to add, of course.

For me, the little French girl coming out of age in the late 70s, not a singer, not a musician, songs like Pale Blue Eyes, Beginning to See the Light, I’m Set Free, Heroin, and too many to name them all incarnated a mythic, edgy and forbidden America and especially New York City, totally foreign to me. Little did I know then that I would someday live there and discover by myself a little bit more of this strange, fascinating and impossible to define land.

So, goodbye and thank you, Mr. Lou Reed for your voice, your songs and your music, which like the country and city you were from weren’t always made of velvet.

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