Some musicians are so much bound up with your life that when they die it’s like losing an old friend. Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground formed my musical tastes, showed how dangerous, sexy, and alluring life could be. I saw him live as well, at a concert in Seattle in in the noughties.
So here’s a song to remember him by, a Kurt Weill classic, and a memento mori to enjoy life and appreciate my friends and family.
And here’s the rest of the 1994 album, September Songs: The Music of Kurt Weill.
Thanks for everything, Lou.