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goodbye [03 Mar 2004|10:16pm]
I don't think i'm going to keep updating this journal. I just don't have time to maintain all my journals. I'm keeping my regular one since I just bought a paid account.

If you'd like to join me there that would be wonderful. I keep up with all my friends on that one a lot better than i've done here.

It's "friends only" so if you'd like to be added, just leave a comment and i'll add you right away. If not, it was nice meeting all of you... and take care.

My regular journal: burroughsghost

Goodbye. :)
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[02 Feb 2004|10:52am]
[ mood | bored ]

Whoa, double post!

I don't know why i'm bothering since the pictures are so terrible but i'm bored. So in case anyone cares to see my Lou Reed tattoo... here it is, kind of. I should really take some updated photos of all my tattoos. Oh well.

watch me turn into Lou Reed before your very eyesCollapse )

x-posted in burroughsghost

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Rock Minuet [02 Feb 2004|10:18am]
[ mood | apathetic ]

I've neglected this journal for a while. Apologies. Let's just say I've not been feeling up to par. However... I love this song. It's pure Lou.

Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
if he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
While listening at night to an old radio
where they danced to the rock minuet

In the gay bars in the back of the bar
he consummated hatred on a cold sawdust floor
While the jukebox played backbeats, he sniffed coke off a jar
while they danced to a rock minuet

School was a waste, he was meant for the street
but school was the only way, the army could be beat
The two whores sucked his nipples 'til he came on their feet
as they danced to the rock minuet

He dreamt that his father was sunk to his knees
his leather belt tied so tight that it was hard to breathe
And the studs from his jacket were as cold as a breeze
as he danced to a rock minuet

He pictured the bedroom where he heard the first cry
his mother on all fours, ah, with his father behind
And her yell hurt so much, he had wished he'd gone blind
and rocked to a rock minuet

In the back of the warehouse were a couple of guys
they had tied someone up and sewn up their eyes
And he got so excited he came on his thighs
when they danced to the rock minuet

On Avenue B, someone cruised him one night
he took him in an alley and then pulled a knife
And thought of his father, as he cut his windpipe
and finally danced to the rock minuet

In the curse of the alley, the thrill of the street
on the bitter cold docks where the outlaws all meet
In euphoria drug in euphoria heat
you could dance to the rock minuet

In the thrill of the needle and anonymous sex
you could dance to the rock minuet

So when you dance hard, slow dancing
when you dance hard, slow dancing
When you dance hard, slow dancing
when you dance to the rock minuet

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peel slowly and see [19 Jan 2004|09:23pm]
As I posted in my regular journal, I had a strange dream involving Maureen Tucker a little bit ago. 'Twas weird. Babies, cheese and pills all involved.

I have been working on this painting that i've kept hush-hush due to my superstitious nature. I fear if I talk about it, I will fuck it all up. However, I am so proud of it thus far that I must say something somewhere... It's a fairly large painting of the Velvet Underground. This picture to be exact. I am having a ball working on it. I just hope I haven't jinxed it by the mere mention.

I also now have a Warhol desktop theme that comes complete with Velvet Underground sounds. Hell, my pointer is a banana! I'm diggin' it. I found it here. Search 'Warhol'.

I know this is late in coming but I would just like to say hello to all my newly added friends on here. :)
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Velvet Nursery Rhyme [15 Jan 2004|02:03am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

We're the Velvet Underground and we have come to play / It's been 28 years since we've been here to the day / There's Maureen she's on the drums she's having a lotta fun / Let's hear for Moe Tucker hit those skins for everyone / There is Sterling Morrison he's playing the guitar / He's a guitar hero kick their asses really far. Now you got here John and me / We want no part of this / That's because we think it is / Real pretentious SHIT.

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How in the world were they makin' that sound [07 Jan 2004|01:02am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Velvet UndergroundCollapse )

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There's a bit of magic in everything, and then some loss to even things out [06 Jan 2004|01:08am]
[ mood | tired ]

I think I love writing in this journal more than my regular personal one...

Some quotes.

"Honey, I'm a cocksucker, what are you?" (Lou Reed)

"Lou (Reed) was very full of himself and faggy in those days. We called him "Lulu", and I was "Black Jack". Lou wanted to be queen bitch and spit out the sharpest rebukes of anyone around. Lou always ran with the pack, and the Factory was full of queens to run with." (John Cale)

"The audience had a wonderful time. And regarding the lack of stage patter between songs- one young gentleman kept imploring "Speak to us Lou." I MUST TELL YOU. I speak to you all through the songs. I tell you more than MOST people know about their friends. I've had this relationship with you for years and I would never abuse it. I talk to you mind to mind heart to heart spirit to spirit through the Music." (Lou Reed)

"Don't ever listen to 'Heroin' while on the nod...it's a great song but man, that shit'll piss you off!" (my Father)

"Our apartment was so small, that mother made me play in the oven. Late at night I would listen to the voices of the American masters, Tony Tennille, Debby Boone, Anne Murry who was actually a Canadian working in the American idiom. And then there were the crypto-homo rockers, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, David Bowie who was actually an idiom working in America and Canada. These artists, they left as deep an impression on me as that oven rack did on my face. To be an American in muskrat love, soft as an easy chair not even the chair, I am I said, have I never been mellow? And the colored girls sing... doo do doo do doo do doo... but never with the melody. How could I do it better than Tony or-or Lou... HEY BOY, TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE!" (Hedwig and the Angry Inch)

"Lou was such a son af a bitch at so many gigs - he'd upset everyone so much we couldn't get a gig in those places again" (a member of one of Lou's bands from his university years)

"I'd harbored the hope that the intelligence that once inhabited novels and films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong." (lou reed)

"I'm the last person in the world I'd have thought should be on a stage. Some people really like having a spotlight on them. I don't. What I like is the song and performing it. Doing it for people - who like it." (lou reed 1989)

"I don't think I'm part of rock & roll any more. There's niche that's 'Lou Reed Music'." (lou reed 1989)

"I've become completely well adjusted to being a cult figure." (lou reed 1989)

"I never said I was tasteful. I'm not tasteful." (lou reed 1976)

"I created Lou Reed. I have nothing even faintly in common with that guy, but I can play him well - really well" (lou reed 1976)

"You want to know the real Lou Reed? Turn around. Now bend over." (lou reed 1979)

classic Walk on the Wildside from Take no PrisonersCollapse )

sweet jane excerpts also from Take no PrisonersCollapse )

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electricity comes from other planets [04 Jan 2004|03:49pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

Some of my Lou drawings... a couple Iggy Pop thrown in just for kicks.

my artCollapse )

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She started shakin' to that fine, fine music [03 Jan 2004|01:54pm]
[ mood | calm ]

I broke out the video of Lou performing a couple shows in, I believe Sweden-1974, last night. It's a shame there's not more footage like that from that particular tour. It's kind of a rush watching the simulated injection. It's funny, people actually got sick watching him do that. On the same tape was Nico and John Cale performing with him in Paris '72. I love that.



1972 interview I transcribedCollapse )

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The Beginning [02 Jan 2004|09:37pm]
[ mood | creative ]

New journal for all things Lou Reed and Velvet Underground related in my brain.

Mostly lyrics, articles, book excerpts, quotes and the occasional photo.

Sister Ray

Duck and Sally inside
they're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
oh, just like Sister Ray said
whip it on

Rosie and Miss Rayon
they're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
she said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her sailor
who's drinking dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
he wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
oh, just like Sister Ray said
play it on

Cecil's got his new piece
he cocks and shoots it between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh, you shouldn't do that
don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Now don't you know you'll stain the carpet
and by the way, have you got a dollar
Oh no man, I haven't got the time-time
too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
oh, she does just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I cou-cou-cou-couldn't hit it sideways
I cou-cou-cou-cou-cou-couldn't hit it sideways
oh, do it, do it
oh, just-just-just-just-just, just like Sister Ray said ...
Oh

Now who is that knocking
who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
they come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh, but I haven't got the time-time
hey-hey-hey, she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
oh, now do it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now just like
oh just like
oh just like
oh just like
Oh just like
oh just like

Duck and Sally inside, now move it on
cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hey
licking up her pig pen
I'm just sea-sea-sea-searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Just like, oh
just like, do it, do it, do it
just like
just like, hey
Just like

Now Rosie and Miss Rayon
they're busy waiting for her booster

She's just back from Carolina
she said she bound be a sailor

I said she haven't got the time-time
you're busy sucking on my ding-dong

You're busy sucking on my ding-dong
now just like Sister Ray said

I'm searching for my mainline
I said that couldn't hit it sideways
Whip it on me Jim
whip it on me Jim
whip it on me Jim
whip it on me Jim

Said I couldn't hit it sideways, oh do it
now just like, just like Sister Ray said

I said now Cecil's got his new piece
he cocks and shoots it bang between three and four

He aims it at the sailor
he shoots him down dead on the floor

Oh, you shouldn't do that
don't you know you'll rip the carpet
don't you know you'll mess the carpet

Oh, she hasn't got the time-time
busy sucking on the ding-dong
She's busy sucking on ding-dong
now just like Sister Ray said

I'm searching for my mainline
Couldn't hit it sideways
Couldn't hit it sideways
Now just like
now just like
now just like
yeah, Sister Ray said, hey, do it, do it

Duck and Sally inside
they're busy cooking for the down five, ah
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm busy searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
now just like
Now just like
I said, oh, oh, just like
Am-phe-phe-phe-phe-phe-phe-phe-phe-phe-phe-phetamine

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