RIP, Lou Reed, who understood his own talent completely

The man hated hippies, didn’t have a singing voice, and didn’t give a shit.

Rolling Stone:

Glam, punk and alternative rock are all unthinkable without his revelatory example. “One chord is fine,” he once said, alluding to his bare-bones guitar style. “Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you’re into jazz.”

Listen closely, hear his tender heart:

Here’s something written by Dostoevsky, more or less:

And here’s something by The Shirelles, in an alternate universe:

Rest in peace, Lou Reed.

P.S. While the secular world stockpiled canned goods and ammo for Y2K, the Vatican declared a Jubilee and invited Lou Reed to play.