Nobody here has commented yet on the quality of the Velvet Underground & Nico HFPA, but I guess I'm going to bite the bullet after today's very sad and unexpected news.
R.I.P. Lou Reed. Those words hardly seem real. Having not died by the end of the 70s, I assumed that he was bulletproof. "Difficult" is the politest word used about this prickliest of men, but his music changed everything, and I can't think of any other artist whose influence so spectacularly outstripped their record sales.
Hip, nihilistic and bitter on the surface, his songs were often underpinned by a burning, heartbreaking humanity - just listen to 'The Kids' off Berlin, about a woman losing her children - and the riches he shared with us too complex to detail here without writing an essay.
As ridiculously cool as his delivery is on 'Venus In Furs', I always loved the simple, transgressive joy of 'Some Kinda Love' from the Velvet Underground's eponymous "quiet" third album. "Between thought and expression lies a lifetime" he sings, and Lou Reed gave us enough thought and expression to last a lifetime. He was a stranger but, because of the beauty he created, it feels like a friend has died.