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Here’s more on Lou Reed:

From our man Luc Sante.

Jody Rosen.

Sasha Frere-Jones.

Kurt Loder and Carl Wilson.

And a playlist from The Daily Beast.  

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[Images Via: This Isn’t Happiness]

Million Dollar Movie

Tonight on HBO.

Mr. Bad News

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Head on over to Longform and check out their reprint of Gay Talese’s terrific 1966 profile of Alden Whitman, the New York Times obituary writer:

“Winston Churchill gave you your heart attack,” the wife of the obituary writer said, but the obituary writer, a short and rather shy man wearing horn-rimmed glasses and smoking a pipe, shook his head and replied, very softly, “No, it was not Winston Churchill.”

“Then T.S. Eliot gave you your heart attack,” she quickly added, lightly, for they were at a small dinner party in New York and the others seemed amused.

“No,” the obituary writer said, again softly, “it was not T.S. Eliot.”

If he was at all irritated by his wife’s line of questioning, her assertion that writing lengthy obituaries for the New York Times under deadline pressure might be speeding him to his own grave, he did not show it, did not raise his voice; but then he rarely does. Only once has Alden Whitman raised his voice at Joan, his present wife, a youthful brunette, and on that occasion he screamed. Alden Whitman does not recall precisely why he screamed. Vaguely he remembers accusing Joan of misplacing something around the house, but he suspects that in the end he was the guilty one. Though this incident occurred more than two years ago, lasting only a few seconds, the memory of it still haunts him—a rare occasion when he truly lost control; but since then he has remained a quiet man, a predictable man who early each morning, while Joan is asleep, slips out of bed and begins to make breakfast: a pot of coffee for her, one of tea for himself. Then he sits for an hour or so in his study smoking a pipe, sipping his tea, scanning the newspapers, his eyebrows raising slightly whenever he reads that a dictator is missing, a statesman is ill.

[Illustration by Jacob van Loon]

Morning Art

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“Sunflowers at Choisel” by Georges Braque (1946)

Beat of the Day

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I found this record at a stoop sale, oh, 15 years ago. This song always makes me smile.

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And you know why? Cause Lucky was five-and-a-half when he cut this track.

New York Minute

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Lou Reed: Salute.

Transformer

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Lou Reed is dead.

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Sad news. Read this.

[Picture via Weheartit]

Taster’s Cherce

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This would make my Mother happy. 

Mainly What I Write is for the Average New Yorker

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Rare KRS demo via Unkut.com.

[Photo Credit: Joey Conzo]

Morning Art

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More beauty from our man Diebenkorn.

Beat of the Day

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Shake it.

[Photo Via: One Fast Move or I’m Gone]

Word Play

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Forget traditional definitions let’s be contemporary, okay? Tell me: what’s the difference between a “nerd,” a “geek” and a “dork”?

I’d like to get this straight.

Morning Art

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“Ocean Park 137” by Richard Diebenkorn.

Beat of the Day

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Slow jam.

[Photo Via: Vacants]

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