I read a poignant New Yorker piece by Patti Smith about Mourning Lou Reed. She said something that delighted me:
"I met Lou at Max’s Kansas City in 1970. The Velvet Underground played
two sets a night for several weeks that summer. The critic and scholar
Donald Lyons was shocked that I had never seen them, and he escorted me
upstairs for the second set of their first night. I loved to dance, and
you could dance for hours to the music of the Velvet Underground. A
dissonant surf doo-wop drone allowing you to move very fast or very
slow. It was my late and revelatory introduction to “Sister Ray.”
a few years, in that same room upstairs at Max’s, Lenny Kaye, Richard
Sohl, and I presented our own land of a thousand dances."
LAND OF A THOUSAND DANCES!!!
That's what I'm creating here. Plus one.
The Velvet Underground are terrific to dance to, it's true. I think I will tomorrow.
This morning I listened to 99 & Barry though, the 10/4/13 show archived on AfterFM.com. Not only are those guys incredible DJs and an ideal couple, they also make me laugh every time. This morning I was laughing out loud in the graveyard. It felt strange to hear myself laugh in that huge quiet place. I loved laughing there though, laughing in the place of death.