Sunday Mornings & The Not So Wasted Years of Lou Reed

Sunday Mornings & The Not So Wasted Years of Lou Reed

It’s crazy to think that both of my parents could tell me exactly what they did the day they heard John Lennon was murdered, how they cried and grieved over a man that they never knew. We see this image of someone, and we want to believe it so much because it makes us think things that we have been told are impossible in our own lives, are possible. I remember where I was October 28th 2013, the day I was told that Lou Reed had passed away.

I was staying at a hostel in Bucharest, Romania when one of the staff members, a 19 year old kid from Minnesota, broke the news to me. Lou Reed’s music was one of my all time favorite listens. My ears simply locked into the puzzles in his vibrations with equal yet opposing grooves. I was on the verge of tears to hear that now that was it; there would never be another Lou Reed song in the world. But when I ran around the hostel to spread the news to all the other staff and guests, I came to find that no one in the entire hostel knew who he was except for me and the kid from the Mid West. As we played his music on the speakers in the main lobby, I saw Lou Reed in a very different light.

In this cultural bubble I was enveloped in, I had come to think of him as that impossible that made it to the height of stardom, and so somehow he must have been something more. But the truth was that he wasn’t, he was a person just like me, or that 19 year old kid, or anyone in the hostel that didn’t know his name. His music was so incredible because he was just another person, fighting for his balance and peace in the world, and when you listen to his music, you get wrapped into it, because you can imagine yourself singing the words.

This year, Lou Reed was finally recognized by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and inducted into his place in history. But Lou Reed was more than a rockstar- he was a preacher of experience, he was an innovator of production, but most of all, he was honest in what he wrote and stood by what he sang. I can still recall the first time I ever heard a Lou Reed song. I was driving my friend’s car on a road trip, him fast asleep in the passenger seat, and in that gloom of knowing in a few hours reality would come rushing back when I reached my front door, a song came on the radio.

 

Sunday morning, praise the dawning

It’s just a restless feeling by my side

Early dawning, Sunday morning

It’s just the wasted years so close behind

Watch out, the world’s behind you

There’s always someone around you who will call, It’s nothing at all

 

Sunday morning and I’m falling

I’ve got a feeling I don’t want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning

It’s all the streets you crossed, not so long ago

Watch out, the world’s behind you

There’s always someone around you who will call It’s nothing at all Watch out, the world’s behind you

There’s always someone around you who will call It’s nothing at all
 

 
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