He died recently. You probably already know that.
He was fun. You probably know that, too.
He died of emphysema from smoking too many cigarettes. That’s sad, though in his song Another Puff, he seemed to “dance on his troubles,” as David Cantwell said so eloquently in the obituary he wrote for Living In Stereo .
Here’s a snippet:
Reed died last month of emphysema, a demise he predicted in his â€œAnother Puff,â€ a grimly hialrious talking blues about his half-assed attempts to quit smoking: â€œI wish I could think of something bad to say about cigarettes,â€ he muses at one point, before announcing, â€œBoo cigarettes!â€ He cracks up at his joke, then collapses in a fit of smokerâ€™s cough. I donâ€™t know but I suspect Reed was making those sorts of jokes right up to the end. Another way Reed was a rock â€˜nâ€™ roller was that he understood that the blues werenâ€™t just about being down; they were about dancing on your troubles and laughing long and hard to keep from crying.
You can read Cantwell’s full article here.
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