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Chopped Liver – Transplanter Man

October 27, 2013

I thought I’d resurface today to mark the passing of one rock ‘n’ roll’s great icons – Lou Reed.

In musical terms I’ve followed much of his output with varying degrees of interest – of special mention must go The Velvet’s Andy Warhol album and the amazing double live, lo-fi 1969 record – recorded at some point in the late 60’s I believe.

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During the seventies he had interesting collaborations with Bowie and hit a – for me – creative peak with his sublime New York album. Seriously, if you haven’t heard New York, you owe it to yourself to do so. Pure guitar, bass and drum, recorded effectively live and totally stripped down – with some of powerfully venomous lyrics – even taking a swipe at His Bobness in one song where he asks – “Does anyone need another self-righteous rock singer whose nose, he says, has taken him straight to God”.

But, as is so often the case these days in this age of recycled pop, he is probably best remembered for a cover of his song Perfect Day by the BBC for Children In Need – so ironic that a song written with one particular subject in mind could achieve such fame when its meaning is turned 180 degrees.

So Lou has been unwell for a year or so. His wife, Laurie Anderson (she of “O Superman” fame), declared only a few months ago that he was saved from certain death by a rushed liver transplant. I was secretly pleased Lou had joined our exclusive club. However it seems that his underlying health issue was beyond repair though and so it leaves me to recognise the passing of another great. R.I.P. Lou Reed.

Chopped Liver – Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

June 24, 2011

Oh it had to happen, didn’t it?

Every year I go to Glastonbury and it rains.

It makes it so difficult when you are jumping around to the likes of Morrissey or U2, every time you land on the squelchy muddy quagmire you sink in and get barged about and jabbed in the chest by some big greasy lager-filled …..

Ok, ok – hold your horses – stop stressing out Smiler – I am not at Glastonbury.

Just watching it on the telly. Honest.

And thinking to myself – well it kinda looks like a lot of fun – till you think about the logistics. Like eating, drinking, sleeping, weeing and pooing.

And yes it is raining during Morrissey’s set – but the forecast for the weekend is hot and getting hotter – 90 degrees of hot – can you imagine that?

The intense heat. Nowhere to run – Nowhere to hide (rats – waste of a song title) – the need for water, water and more water – and how much will they charge for a bottle of water? And worse, what if they run out? Anyway, I am not allowed to be out either in crowds… or in heat – so, as they say, it is not my problem.

Tell you what – I’m glad I’m watching it on the telly and being able to stare right up Morrissey’s nostrils. And now I’m going to make a cup of tea – and you know what? I may even sneak a little biscuit – and give it a little dunk – while I watch the man making a decent fist of Lou Reed’s Satellite of Love.

To be honest, I have never been a festival kinda guy – always been too needy on the toilet front (should I say, back?). But whenever I speak to people who have come back from Glasto, they all say they have had an amazing time – so good luck to them – but I am staying put watching whatever the Beeb put in front of me.

Oh by the way, on the Warfarin front – after today’s blood test my dose has increased yet again – up to 6mg a day now and continue with the injections – I used to look yellow, then after the transplant I became pink again – now, with my stomach injections, I am turning a darker shade of deep purple (wow, how many music quotes can I fit into one sentence? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the…)