Lou Reed. The antidote to all that hippie bullshit. I loved him for that. For the shock treatment. For the drag queens and the bisexuals. For being a glorious bastard. For the drugs. For not giving one fuck what anyone else wanted. For the truth and for the lies, too. For the streets of New York. For Berlin. For the art and the grit and all three chords. And for the words – like graffiti on my heart. There wasn’t anything Lou couldn’t do with the words. He had the intellect, the courage and a mighty power. Remembering the magic and feeling the loss today.