I first met Lou Reed at the Kings Cross Cinema (now La Scala) in London in July 1972. David Bowie took me backstage to greet him. Like me, David was an absolute admirer. Until that point, Lou had had zero commercial success, either with his now mythic band the Velvet Underground or as a solo artist. He was a creature of the netherworld.
It was the night of Lou's first-ever concert outside the U.S. He was sitting in a shadowy corner, quite alone. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and he went onstage a couple of minutes after midnight. He looked beautiful....
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