Lou Reed, founding member of The Velvet Underground, has died. Although I did not always agree with Reed’s politics or views on religion, I was deeply moved by his art. As my friend, Rod Dreher, notes, “He was a broken man — he wrote and sang about very dark things, including drug addiction and prostitution — but out of that brokenness came beauty, at times, and even grace.” Other than Bob Dylan, Reed was about the only performer that I would have liked to have met.
I confess that Reed is not everyone’s cup of tea. Given my own beliefs, I probably should not like his work. But I do.