Monday, October 28, 2013

Dirty Boulevard: A strange story of hope

Almost all songs I can strum out a few chords and sing it so I don't embarrass myself. Impossible with this song. For such a simple 3 chord arrangement you'd think it easy, but this guy oozes cool. Impossible to copy.

My childhood was great, but I instantly felt something for Pedro

"He's got nine brothers and and sisters, they're brought up on their knees it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs"

The whole song drawls out an odd poetry, with a strange sense of hope. It resonated with me at a time where I came across an obscure mathematical model and someone I thought could work with me to unlock its real potential in marketing. The model had so much more to offer.

I at least got a PhD out of it, but for a while there I felt like Pedro:

And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
he's found a book on magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling
"At the count of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"

And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard

The studio version, above, has Lou Reed being too cool for school. The one below has him singing a little. Both very, very good. Lou Reed is dead now.

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