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It was the grayest of summers.

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Satellite’s gone, up to the sky,Things like that drive me out of my mind.— Lou Reed, Satellite of Love

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It’s strange to suddenly live in a world where Lou Reed is dead. Ever since forming the highly influential band The Velvet Underground in the mid-‘60s, Reed never really stopped making music or outrageous sound bites.

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We really need to get away from the cheesy “I just called to say I love you” and Air Supply choruses, people.

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Almost every dude who aspires to music criticism encounters Lester Bangs at some point.

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Skirting within the mainstream of Brit Pop are acts that carry more serious musical pedigrees, and flirt with such genres as rock, hip-hop and electronica.

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I bought it, stared at the cover for several minutes, found a quiet nook in our crumbling Usher-like house, and lost myself in the absurd universe of Gregor Samsa who one day wakes up as a gigantic bug:
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Just a perfect day, feed animals in the zoo, then later, a movie, too, and then home.

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It was the grayest of summers.

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Satellite’s gone, up to the sky,Things like that drive me out of my mind.— Lou Reed, Satellite of Love

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It’s strange to suddenly live in a world where Lou Reed is dead. Ever since forming the highly influential band The Velvet Underground in the mid-‘60s, Reed never really stopped making music or outrageous sound bites.

[DatePublished] => 2013-11-02 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 0 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1115326 [AuthorName] => Alex Almario [SectionName] => Supreme [SectionUrl] => supreme [URL] => ) [3] => Array ( [ArticleID] => 776856 [Title] => Songs of bittersweet love [Summary] =>

We really need to get away from the cheesy “I just called to say I love you” and Air Supply choruses, people.

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Almost every dude who aspires to music criticism encounters Lester Bangs at some point.

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Skirting within the mainstream of Brit Pop are acts that carry more serious musical pedigrees, and flirt with such genres as rock, hip-hop and electronica.

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I bought it, stared at the cover for several minutes, found a quiet nook in our crumbling Usher-like house, and lost myself in the absurd universe of Gregor Samsa who one day wakes up as a gigantic bug:
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Just a perfect day, feed animals in the zoo, then later, a movie, too, and then home.

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