The door is open to go through If I could I would come too But the path is made by you As you‘re walking, start singing and stop talking
So young to be the words of your own song I know the rage in you is strong Write a world where we can belong to each other and sing it like no other If the moonlight caught you crying on Killiney Bay Oh sing your song, let your song be sung If you listen you can hear the silence say When you think you’re done, you’ve just begun Love is bigger than anything in its way…
Perfect Day – An Intimate Portrait of Life With Lou Reed by Bettye Kronstad, review: An admirable job in presenting Reed as a misunderstood genius.
Lou Reed and Bettye Kronstad met in the hallway of a New York hospital in 1968. She was an 18-year-old student at Columbia and he was frontman of The Velvet Underground. “Hey, you! Beautiful!” Kronstad recalls his catcall, before he slapped her on the bottom.
In the building, coincidentally, to visit the same mutual friend, Reed hotly pursued this “normal” – looking girl, and they became a couple for the next five years. They were even married briefly in 1973, before divorcing, reconciling, then finally parting ways for good later the same year.
By Kronstad’s own account they were a fairly mismatched pair from the start. She wasn’t involved in the music scene, not even as a groupie, and she didn’t really drink, let alone take drugs, before Reed came along. They fell in love though, that much is clear, and she does an admirable job in presenting Reed as a misunderstood genius. He wanted to be appreciated for his writing, but could only find success as a songwriter and performer. He left the Velvets, for example, to pursue a career as a poet, taking a job as a typist in his father’s company and moving back into the family home on Long Island in order to fund his dream: the “lost years” to Reed aficionados, but for Kronstad the best in their relationship.
Poveşti despre zborul la vânătoare, piloţi cu albastrul cerului pe epolet, avioane de culoarea duralului, aerodrom militar, vieţi şi destine trăite la viteze supersonice
Because I am a traveller I can look down on the birds and up at the fishes. I collect moments and can venture back in time to lost worlds. I seize life and simultaneously escape it at will. Because I am a traveller I envy no man at home.
Walk in the rain, smell flowers, stop along the way, build sandcastles, go on field trips, tell stories, say the magic words, trust the universe. Happiness is up to you.
