Lou Reed is a bit of a hero of mine. When I was nine, Walk On The Wild Side was number 10 in the charts, and there had never been a record so languid and funky and cool and sexy. Doo de doo de doo de doo... So many of us wanted to be Lou with his shades and leathers, making out with the he's-that-were-she's and the she's-that-were-he's in the happening New York. A few years earlier, as the boss man in the Velvet Underground, he became the godfather of punk. Some songs, like Heroin, screeched with feedback, talked about the desire to nullify life and struck a chord with so many young people. Others, such as Sunday Morning and Pale Blue Eyes, were so tender, so ethereal, they barely existed.
Simon Hattenstone não é um jornalista especificamente musical mas é, ou era, um fã do Lou Reed. Uma entrevista difícil, para ler no The Guardian
