lou_reed raze "the stars have shut their eyes up tight the earth has changed its course a kingdom sits on a black knight's back as he tries to mount a white jeweled horse while a clock full of butterflies on the hour releases a thousand moths you say 'leave' and i'll be gone without any remorse no letters, faxes, phones or tears there's a difference between bad and worse i'm a new_york_city man blink your eyes and i'll be gone" 131027 ... raze (r.i.p.) 131027 ... warmthofrelease There are some artists I know without knowing. I know Morrissey is a great songwriter, and that he's full of himself. But I can't get past the vocals, and his music was never interesting enough to make up for how much I don't like his voice. Bob_Dylan also made some not-very-interesting instrumental music. But his voice I eventually got used to. And so I've found myself spending a lot of time with him over the years, developing a deep familiarity and love of his brilliant songwriting. Neil_Young too, even though I'd come to say that I love Neil's voice and I've come to tolerate Bob's. Then there's Ray_Davies whose lyricism and musical ideas are so impressive that I don't mind sitting through a voice that I will never enjoy. The_Kinks have made some of the greatest concept albums of all time, and I can see their greatness even through a voice that sounds like a melodramatic clown. And then there's Radiohead. Who I will never ever give a fair shake. Because I have as much tolerance for Thom_Yorke's voice as a scorpion has for water on its back. Sometimes I listen to the music, sometimes I get to know it, sometimes it just sort of orbits around me just outside my conscious senses. They exist in terms of influence, history, but without actually being experienced. Lou_Reed, I know you're one of the best songwriters who ever lived. I know that. And I feel bad about the fact that I don't hardly ever want to listen to your music. But it's important to still appreciate greatness even without having a taste for it. So here's to you. 240612 what's it to you? who go blather from