I cried for an hour on Sunday when I heard that Lou Reed passed away. Then I listened to song after brutally honest song. I still shake when I come across poignant tributes, now some two days later. Like this one by Neil Gaiman in yesterday’s Guardian which sums up so well why Reed’s artistry resonated so strongly with me and so many others:

His songs were the soundtrack to my life: a quavering New York voice with little range singing songs of alienation and despair, with flashes of impossible hope and of those tiny, perfect days and nights we want to last for ever, important because they are so finite and so few..

Check out an excellent 1992 Gaiman interview for Reflex Magazine with Reed here.

Thanks for all the perfect days. You’re already missed.