a couple weekends ago, i woke up on a foggy sunday morning and went to half moon bay for a disgustingly adorable date to the pumpkin patch. with my usual morning tea in hand, we looked for the perfect pumpkins, made phallic jokes about their stems and laughed at the parent who threatened her daughter's chance at a pumpkin if she didn't smile for her goddamn "we're having a blast at the pumpkin patch" instagram. it was kind of perfect. afterward, we stopped at a super kitschy yet cute pub to catch some football and the necessary beer or two after being surrounded by families and children running amok all morning.
that's when i heard about lou. lou reed had passed away on that sunday morning - fittingly almost, being that whenever i spoke of a sunday, i would break into his song. if you haven't listened to lou reed, which sadly many people of my generation have not, please look him up. lou, iggy, bowie - they changed rock and roll. more importantly, before his solo career, he was involved in the velvet underground doing incredible things to influence music to come.
lou reed was scheduled to perform the day before my birthday in april, and i had tickets but he cancelled. i hadn't seen him before, so when i got the news (sitting at the bar in zeitgeist), i started crying. little did i know he was sick and needed a liver transplant in may, and 5 months later, he would pass at the age of 71.
i always said if there were an anthem to my life, it is undoubtedly 'rock and roll' by the velvet underground. funny enough, the girl's name in the song is jenny - close enough. so forget talking about clothes and the usual mundane. this post is for lou.
back at the pub, we toasted to lou and the music he shared - me, my fella, the bar tender, and a stranger next to us. i thought about him for a while. then i went on with my day, and it was alright.