Oh, Lou Reed, I don’t know you as well as I should. During my radio-taping days as a kid, I only recorded one song by you, and it kinda had me stumped because I didn’t know exactly what I was hearing. And had I recorded this one, I would have been even more stumped.
I’ve only heard this song a handful of times, and this time, I checked out all the annotations to the lyrics and damn there is a lot going on in this, Lou Reed. Like, there’s more story in this one than in a hundred other songs.
Recently, I started going for walks with one of my dogs every night. Technically it’s to be healthier, but it’s really so my wife can have me out of her hair for a little bit every night. And if I get less fat, that’s an added bonus. And since I’ve started going for walks, I’ve been using that time to listen to some artists I haven’t really listened to enough of their music. Or I just learned about them and want to check them out. Like when I saw Father John Misty on SNL a few weeks ago and wondered who the hell he was and now I love his music. Or when I decided it was time to listen to some Oingo Boingo.
My point is, Lou Reed, that while I’m not taking a walk on the wild side (unless it counts that I think I’ve seen Harry Knowles a few times during my constitutionals), I am taking walks, and it’s high time you walked with me. Looking forward to spending some time with you and my dog, Lou Reed.