How else would there be so much glorification of death in art, music, and literature? It is in part marketing based on our fears and desires. It just took Andy Warhol longer, if Lou Crystal Reed was right. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songs_for_Drella Everybody dies. Who denies is telling lies. - Ill just try not to come off too much like Jim Caroll about it. Ill just drop names and some weird concepts. Lou Reed d. Sunday October 27, 2013 Reed did pretty well for a guy that had Electro-Convulsive Therapy forced on him for liking men. When will the work of misandry be complete? Perhaps the sadness and stress over the death of his friend Andy Warhol, through the violence of misandry by Valerie Solanas, finally brought Lou Reeds life to a halt. Of course, he will be missed, but was Solanas of socially good motive without undue bias in her hatred of men? Shall we blame her for the delayed death of Lou Reed, as well as the also delayed death of Andy Warhol? In the song I Believe on a tribute album to Andy Warhol, Reed sung that he would have pulled the switch himself, had Solanas been convicted of Warhols murder. A good friend and body work specialist to whom my exs friend Wendy introduced me years ago after then fat me broke the doughnut on her massage table, used to teach Lou Reed yoga on a rooftop in NYC, probably East Village in Manhattan. She said he calmly claimed during a yoga session to be the one then being sought, who was taking pot shots with a gun, at blimps when they passed overhead. Lynne did not really buy the story, guessing it was just for effect. In the late Seventies and early eighties, Reed happened to be a customer of an audio video and repair shop I worked in for over five years in the late 70s until about 1981 or 82. The owner, my boss Tom, did Reeds electric guitar up with a 9V battery powered distortion circuit and switch, so thered be no need to kick on a distortion pedal switch. The guitar stayed there for awhile, because Reed was apparently on tour in Europe, so I got to play the thing once, but with no proper amp to use, just a female phone jack (named for the old switch board connectors) to male RCA adapter stuck in the back of Toms bench testing stereo receiver instead of a guitar amp. It sounded awful as a result. Keith Richards, and the Stones band as a whole, were other customers of the store, along with Richards friend Brad Klein mentioned in Richards auto-bio selfie-book Life. books.google/books?id=JuDQleqK5PYC&pg=PT203&dq=Life+Keith+Richards+Brad+Klein&hl=en&sa=X&ei=3dluUoamNLG64APMpoGQAg&ved=0CC0Q6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=Life%20Keith%20Richards%20Brad%20Klein&f=false Tom serviced the Stones UHER stereo system road case, and Kleins Dual tape deck and turntable. When I asked Richards what he thought of punk, and Lou Reed in particular and if hes heard Reed was just married, he ignored Reeds marriage, just said Punk was probably just a fad and the music just went bum bum bum. So, whats rock then exactly to you? I asked at which point he excitedly put on some Chuck Berry and Elvis, thats the real rock and roll. Richards let me play his Martin, and actually gave me a set of strings when I mentioned I had to change mine. This was at Patti Hansens apt on 5th Ave, and Klein (now deceased) lived at One 5th Ave, Kleins apartment, a few blocks south. Thats where I first saw Richards, on a stereo delivery. He had a ski cap on pulled up high and was doing a goofy stumbly staggery dance in front of his future wife, who seated on the couch kept laughing and saying, Stop Keith! Stop it! Your being silly! As it turns out, some nut bag in Connecticut was just arrested for plotting to assassinate Keith Richards with a variety of things that go bum bum bum. I wonder if the conspiracy community will hold that up to scrutiny, like the John Lennon case, and the also in Connecticut Sandy Hook school event. I do think Solanas would have known the Yippies who claimed Lennons death was the CIAs doing with Marc David Chapman as mind control patsie. If she was hangin out at the Village Voice, the radical Yippes HQ (too many men there perhaps for Solanas) was just a block or two east on Bleeker at the time, I believe. Should at least make for pretty good fiction writing project. Remember, reality is the stuff TV is made of. I had been delivering new and repaired stereo equipment to both places. After being at Patti Hansens place Klein called my boss asking if I took his stash, but I never even smoked cigarettes at the time, I explained to Klein on the phone that he mentioned out loud that he had put his ball of Afghani in some friends safe, while all present stood quietly in the kitchen waiting for the cops to leave, because they showed up at the door following a noise complaint, and Patti having gone to the door in just a blanket, after a noise complaint. There was a Macintosh amp on the living room floor, for which I had just sold and installed fir them about a dozen discontinued Telefunken transistor vacuum tubes, for about $90 a pop. The amp was working a bit too well. He apologized later when I delivered the Dual dubbing tape deck, his place now a mess and some kid about my age hanging around repeatedly commenting on Jagger having been there the night before like a tornado, and an middle aged Greek man with the cliche open shirt and gold chains, on the phone with Jagger who was supposedly in Florida. A number of substances were in use, and the cover board off the upright piano. By contrast, Lou Reed, being perhaps more sedate or shy, never so much as grunted or looked up the couple of times when greeted hello after entering the upper East Side Yorkville store, so I was really not sure if he were high, unfriendly or just too cool. Tom, my boss and German made audio equipment repair guy, whose wife had previously worked with my mother, had a few scratched and badly maintained records given to him by music celebrities, he would only use for testing turntables after repair. One was from there was a UHER Rolling Stones poster on the wall as well as a Bette Midler poster for The Divine Miss M , which I at first would confuse with John Waters film star, and an album on the test bench record shelf (probably The Rose because it had a standing pose stage photo on the cover), and another was Rock and Roll Animal by Lou Reed - VERY badly scratched. I guess if the stylus would still track the scratched records reasonably well, the unit was fit to be tagged as ready and the customer called to know. Tom did not really like rock, and used mostly classical records to demo equipment for sale, saying it took no talent to play modern music, and rock musicians only have to learn to go bum bum bum. Who knows what great music old Tom could have made if he ever actually learned to play guitar. My favorite Lou Reed song is a fairly conventional toss up between Sweet Jane or Take a Walk on the Wild Side. I am now seriously thinking of doing a non-documentary half parody or theatrical drama and ultimately film project based on the life and writings of Valerie Solanas en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valerie_Solanas - who Lou Reed hated for her paranoid delusional attempted murder of Andy Warhol. Id like to choose from Lou Reeds early music and one later piece for background color. This needs to be set up in Jersey City where Richie Havens just died, if its even possible for JC performers and artists here to not assassinate, steal from, and bad mouth each other, at least until its completed and staged. I have just the inappropriate place to put the show on, as well a a list of Solanas like minded contemporaries as characters, many of them now also deceased, who were almost as radically vitriolic in their misandry as Solanas, the play and film hopefully sounding the official death knell of us, the male gender to the last, for all time. Ahhhh... who would be our princess in shining glamor, if any? Could Solanas ghost be our unlikely anti-heroine? I also want to use Lou Reed and John Cales I Believe - from Songs for Drella, a song about Solanas attempt to kill Warhol, and Reed blaming his death years later on the lasting effects of the wounds caused by Solanas, both physical and psychological, the trauma suffered by Warhol youtube/watch?v=bKyNkjRumqY I remember two guys whose names I forget, said they had worked for Warhol showing up to the large scale photo enlargement place I worked at in the late 1980s to early 1990s. They wanted transparencies of artwork shot to do silk screens from, so they could capitalize on his recent death by imitating his well known style or art, but dont remember if they made any money. They did hope to capitalize on the death of Warhol in some way. I only remember that they spoke in a streety way, and sounded almost like Italian cops youd find in Brooklyn then, minus the wise cracks. In Soho, I once asked an NYPD cop in one of two paralleled patrol cars in conversation with each other on West Broadway for directions to the Cupping Room. I interrupted with, Excuse me,..... . The officer nearest me turned his head to me and asked, Why? Did ya fart? after which almost choked himself laughing and turning red, until he saw I was probably more intelligent that him, because I was not smiling. He then pointed the place out to me. The late fashion designer Stephen Sprouse friend of Andy Warhol, Debbie Harry, having been with Bill Blass, Halston, and later partnered with Luis Vuitton, was another customer of the photo enlargement place, getting large format transparency films made maybe some for silk screen, but a lot for display as art itself, hanging from the gallery ceiling, and draping over each other and things. He had a show coming up and exhibit where then no galleries really existed in the meat packing district. I remember seeing Debbie Harry there out front, posing in front of some colorfully painted design of his done on a motorcycle or VW Beetle, and wearing some of his brightly done dresses. The streets stunk then, as meat companies still packed their stuff there, letting the juices run into the cobble stone streets where it festered. You usually had to sit indoors at the 24 hour restaurant Florent - or really lose it from the stench in the summer heat. Some seafood was also packed there, adding to the fine perfume. Florent was some great eats whose artist/AIDs activist owner had to close a few years back, due to the rents going out of control. The restaurant died, but Florent Morelle goes on to be immortalized in a statue on the Highline which runs above the former eaterys location. 2.bp.blogspot/-Jgf8issM1Jk/UHH9edz8P_I/AAAAAAAAGlw/ohTvgIh55e8/s1600/debbie-harry-stephen-sprouse-then-571tp030509.jpg. and youtube/watch?v=X43Zihc4Ghg and youtube/watch?v=wNqaVtkQ77Q and youtube/watch?v=LSNZMoMmDlE This is interesting: Misandry: Who knows? Hatin might just be good on us guys. Theres always a backlash for overdoing things. Just look at Hitler. unknownmisandry.blogspot/ Hey - look at that! Seems either Facebooks or my browsers or my OSs spell checker does not recognize the correct spelling of misandry, but misogyny it does. Lets all agree to try to put a stop to that omission immediately, Mr. Zuckerberg, NSA spooks, Warhols The Factory, and all you whoever run the FB these days. People here seem to accept absence of personal security and privacy from both corporate and government interest, even though media piracy on their own part would be so frowned upon by both corporate and government enforcement if they engaged in it. If no one pays you for your information, and you did not knowingly volunteer it for free, THATs both piracy, and a violation of privacy right. You can call who you like, but unless its a freelance hacker, not a big bank or snoopy spook laughing at your dirty phone love session, and unless you are a corporation that actually lost big money from it, not one keystone cop will so much as look up and sneeze at you in the way of recovering your loss. Angela Merkel, and thirty or so other world leaders we mostly call allies do not feel so magnanimously generous right now, thanks to the Electronic Spook Palace whistle blower, Edward Snowden. Curious theres none or little complaint from the US most notable ally, oddly caught often enough spying on the US. Spain really got their paella pans out banging and clanging in protest. All it took was one bad clam, but 60 million conversations were tapped. Why buy all that equipment if you wont use it to swipe the odd separatists Tapas recipe? Eat my papas con Chorizo, Jamon & Cheese. What do ya want for your last meal? I own this here writing and all ideas contained within, so FaceBook and everybody else knows its mine. Stuff on links you click here is not mine.
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