You know, with all the milestones around here of late -- Mark Lindsay's birthday, the sad passing of Davy Jones, the Move at the Fillmore live album -- it occurred to me that we missed a big one.
To wit -- Lou Reed turned 70 last week.
I can think of two factors in our defense, of course.
1) Who the hell ever expected Lou would live that long?
2) Given the reviews of his recent collaboration with Metallica, one could be forgiven for assuming he was already dead. (Disclaimer: I actually haven't heard it, so who knows -- it could be a misunderstood masterpiece.)
But I kid the former Dostoyevsky of the New York demi-monde.
In any case, belated birthday good wishes to everybody's favorite nice Jewish boy turned bi-sexual junkie turned lucky bastard who's married to Laurie Anderson:
Gefilte Joe and the Fish and "Walk on the Kosher Side."
I should add that I have a pretty amusing story involving the STEREO REVIEW awards banquet/press party at which we attempted to fete Lou and his first solo album. But the weather is so enervating at the moment I think I should save it for another occasion.
Oy, it's so humid.