
“You’re going to reap just what you sow,
You’re going to reap just what you sow,
You’re going to reap just what you sow,
You’re going to reap just what you sow…”

TODAY
Homeless and heavy with the bevy of faults, and heady with the pace of electric sessions to cure the homogenous core. To a land that’s far off the marvel of a lonesome gallery, here in the alley degreed in vanity and guffaws. The daunting windblown doors of bars with a flushed female singer, in a black tight skirt and a black tight top with blonde hair shining in dilated eyes.

Upbeat smolders, upbeat smolders. Thru East Hampton, New York, Manhattan. Subterranean and Pacific rows of echoes. Shiny trails of rock music.
Ambient experimentation, ambient experimentation.

Ashen sweater, ashen man. Gunshots over guitars. Poe raven. Life underground, all cheering, high soaring, freewheeling, critics abhorring.
The city is full of countless keepers with a custard emotion, daydream, and delusions of the young navy, twisty friends. It isn’t their first time, it’s there to air the last time, the generation of white lines, and he’s a nice singer and the band leader, there to beat forever, to beat forever.
19th of August I974 in the old Melbourne
Festival Hall, where the Beatles played just
ten years before. The Sally Can’t Dance tour,
with Lou’s bleached albino new look, he
shook the place. Melbourne had never seen,
or heard anything like this before.
One of the few precious concert moments from the ’70s I remember well 😎
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Whoa! Nice!
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Yaaaas!
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Ha! Thank you!
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one of my favourite songs from Lou Reed
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Haven’t heard this one. I’ll check it out.
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‘Between thought and expression lies a lifetime’ is my favourite Lou line. Apart from ‘Candy is dandy, but liquor makes quipsters.’ x
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That reads awesomely
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