Showing posts with label Lou Reed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lou Reed. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 June 2025

Anyone that had a heart

Amid the distractions of this week, I almost missed a news item on the BBC web site. Mick Ralphs has died. I suppose, on this side of the Atlantic, he's most famous for being part of the super-group Bad Company, which is scheduled to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame this year. 

For me, though, he was the original lead guitar for Mott the Hoople. Mott had many splendid compositions of their own, but they also did amazing covers. Their cover of Lou Reed's Sweet Jane is a classic, ending with a meandering and wistful solo by Ralphs. 

The part I love starts at about the 3:15 mark.

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Take me to -- your leader

Just barely keeping my head above water. On the positive side, I did make headway on my Christmas cards today.

When I learned of the death of Lou Reed, I also learned he had been married for some years to Laurie Anderson. Clearly, I haven't been paying enough attention. I quite like Laurie Anderson. Here's one of my favourite songs by her. It's from the 1989 album Strange Angels, although I think the song is quite a bit older than that:
The person who posted this appears to have had only two pictures of Anderson, but the sound is nice and clear.

I don't know about your brain- but mine is really bossy
I come home from a day on the golf course and I find all these messages scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper
And they say things like:
Why don't you get a real job?
Or: You and what army?
Or: Get a horse.
And then I hear this voice comin from the back of my head
Uh huh (Whoa-ho) Yep! It's my brain again
And when my brain talks to me, he says:
Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the park
Take me to the movies
Cause I love to sit in the dark
Take me to Tahiti
Cause I love to be hot
And take me out on the town tonight
Cause I know the new hot spot.
He says: Babydoll!
Ooo oo oo Babydoll
Ooo He says: Babydoll!
I love it when you come when I call Babydoll!
You don't have to talk I know it all Babydoll!
Ooo oo oo Babydoll Ooo
Well I'm sitting around trying to write a letter
I'm wracking my brains trying to think of another word for horse
I ask my brain for some assistance.
And he says: Huh...Let's see...How about cow? That's close.
He says: Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the park
Take me to the movies
Cause I love to sit in the dark
Take me to your leader
And I say: Do you mean George?
And he says: I just want to meet him
And I say: Come on I mean I don't even know George!

Thursday, 31 October 2013

Anyone who had a heart

Today is the last day of October, with All Souls' Day tomorrow, and I look back on a month with more losses than usual: the husband of my mother's favourite cousin who was a generous host to the Resident Fan Boy and myself as newlyweds visiting England; a member of our church in Victoria finally released from the prison of Alzheimer's, who took care of my sister and me long ago when my mum was at conferences -- I remember her tucked up on the couch with her husband, reading the same book; another church member about whom I blogged not long ago.

From across the ocean came the news of two men I'd never met. The first was someone with whom I had corresponded: Norman Geras of normblog. Three and a half years ago, I was startled to receive an invitation from Norman to submit a blog profile to his extensive list of what now must be at least 400 blogs. I am in perpetual awe and bewilderment to be in such illustrious company and am profile #286. I think most of what I said then still applies (alas - although I would correct the bit about the "1954 cholera epidemic" which was in 1854, obviously). Norman's family have decided to leave the normblog twinkling in cyberspace, full of eclectic musings, references and lists. Do go browse; I'm sure you'll find something you like.

The remaining thunk to my gut was the death of Lou Reed. Here's my personal favourite:

But I can't leave without posting two fabulous Canadian versions of the Lou Reed classic Sweet Jane (although I'll always have the softest spot in my heart for Mott the Hoople's cover):

First is the drowsy and stoned(and some say definitive)version by Cowboy Junkies:

Finally, the Tragically Hip's more orthodox version which is nevertheless very "The Hip":

As the dark closes in, let's take comfort in those who shone the light ahead, and who, with luck, will still be there shining when we step outside.