Lou Reed. Halloween Parade

El pasado domingo escuchando Sonideros de Radio 3 me enteré de la muerte de Lou Reed. Hubo una época de mi vida en que escuchaba a menudo al malhumorado neoyorkino y su música vino para quedarse. Tengo varios de sus discos y dos de ellos son fundamentales en mi dieta musical y recurro a ellos a menudo: New York y Magic & Loss. El primero es para mi su mejor disco y el segundo es casi tan bueno lo que ocurre es que es demasiado oscuro y triste como para escucharlo habitualmente. 

Lou Reed siempre fue uno de mis letristas favoritos en el mundo del rock, en ese aspecto por ejemplo mucho más cercano que Bob Dylan. En fin cuando supe de la noticia me acordé de dos amigos Oscar y Rober con los que solía hablar a menudo de Lou Reed. Oscar me pasó algunos de sus discos y aquella monumental caja de la Velvet Underground. Me introdujo el veneno por la música de este sujeto. En su disco New York figuraba entre otras esta maravillosa Halloween Parade.

There's a down town fairy singing out, "Proud Mary"

As she cruises Christopher Street

And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean

Where the docks and the Badlands meet

This Halloween is something to be sure

Especially to be here without you

There's a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock

And some black Jamaican stud

There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags

I almost fell into my mug

There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant

And some homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx

But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary

You won't hear those voices again

And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita

You'll never see those faces again

This Halloween is something to be sure

Especially to be here without you

There's the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers

And some crack team from Washington Heights

The boys from Avenue B and the girls from Avenue D

A Tinkerbell in tights

This celebration somehow gets me down

Especially when I see you're not around

There's no Peter Pedantic saying things romantic

In Latin, Greek or Spic

There's no Three bananas or Brandy Alexander

Dishing all their tricks

It's a different feeling that I have today

Especially when I know you've gone away

There's a girl from Soho with a T-shirt saying, "I blow"

She's with the 'Jive five 2 plus 3'

And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates

Or else doing it for free

The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door

And I don't want to hear it anymore

No consolations please for feelin' funky

I got to get my head above my knees

But it makes me mad and mad makes me sad

And then I start to freeze

In the back of my mind, I was afraid it might be true

In the back of my mind, I was afraid that they meant you

The Halloween Parade

At the Halloween Parade

At the Halloween Parade

See you next year, at the Halloween Parade

(Halloween Parade)

(Halloween Parade)

(Halloween Parade)