Elvis Presley was a replica doll with jet black hair, he clutched a plastic guitar, and when a music producer picked him up, his head wobbled because it was attached by a spring; Lou Reed walked on the wild side, with a lighter in his hand, setting fire to the world because he refused to take it seriously. If The Beatles and Bowie were puppets of pop, Lou Reed held the strings and moved the puppets closer together, to make them kiss, to elicit complaints from parents and encourage tears from the eyes of blinking children. His poetry will forever resonate.
The ‘musicians’ of today fight for approval by removing clothes to boost the bank balances of the already rich.
Lou Reed didn’t care what people thought, and if he could, he would have rolled up and smoked Miley Cyrus.