[boncoeur]

la semaine dernière j'ai appris le décès de lou reed, quelques heures plus tard peter gabriel lui rendait hommage sur son site, j'ai eu cet étrange sentiment que cette génération qui a fait tant pour le rock était sur le départ et deviendrait une légende...le ciel bouge beaucoup depuis ce jour il y a du rock dans les nuages! rock around the clouds!

[rhmila]

Oui les concerts au ciel doivent être magnifiques. Et la tristesse ici bas de plus en plus grande. Rock in peace Lou, et Merci.

Peter Gabriel a exprimé mieux ce que j'ai essayé d'expliquer en vain .. ce que Lou et la musique occidentale ont représenté pour nous derrière les murs infranchissables, qui le sont quelque part toujours. Malheureusement les artistes qui peuvent les casser disparaissent petit à petit... Puis il a vraiment saisi l'être profond de Lou.

Hommage du Peter Gabriel dont tu parles :

Oh Lou, where have you gone?

We have lost a great artist
And I have lost my friend.

It was your words and your work with the Velvet Underground that inspired Vaclav Havel to name the Czech revolution, the Velvet Revolution. You brought a great novelist’s unswerving attention to the human psyche and soul and attached it to an electric guitar. That clarity and fierce honesty symbolized freedom, like nothing else.

You carried this honesty, purity and passion into whatever you did. Whether it was writers, amplifiers, artists, photography, tai chi, friendships, the glasses you designed or the journeys you had taken, anyone around you knew exactly what you were into; what you loved and hated.

You could be so difficult, narcissistic and intransigent, but anyone you allowed beyond that leather-jacketed protective and sometimes-poisonous veneer got to meet a special man that was sweet, tender and exceptionally loyal.

Watching you and Laurie finding each other was like watching teenage sweethearts. Everyone knew New York Lou, who could tell you all the ups and downs of the modern-day urban explorer, exploring drugs and sexual identity, but how many noticed the great romantic poet of the Power of the Heart that you wrote for Laurie. And what wry sharp intelligence you carried with you at all times, that could cut through any packaging and reveal the living and beating core.

It was always such a pleasure to eat and laugh with you and hear that high-pitched squeal of delight, echoing around the room and bursting out of nowhere.

Oh Lou, we’re going to miss you.

PG


Yes we will miss you !