Appearing at the Cannes Lions international festival of creativity four months ago, Reed remarked on his increasing frailty.
"How could time go that quickly? It never ceases to amaze me," he said. "The other day I was 19, I could fall down and get back up.
"Now if I fall down you are talking about nine months of physical therapy, make sure you take your vitamins. Is he OK?"
It's just so fucking unfair, but no more unfair than what happens to the rest of us. I drive past trails where I used to hike and commune with the trees, and I know my degenerating knee joints will never let me hike those trails again. The universe is a vile and putrescent place, and anybody who believes in a benevolent God is is delusional.
Goodbye Lou. You made 1982 liveable, and I'm not even talking about the horse.
“Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.” ― Voltaire
absolutely and impact on the rest of us, even if we don't realize it. A few nice images here.
To our neighbors:
What a beautiful fall! Everything shimmering and golden and all that incredible soft light. Water surrounding us.
Lou and I have spent a lot of time here in the past few years, and even though we’re city people this is our spiritual home.
Last week I promised Lou to get him out of the hospital and come home to Springs. And we made it!
Lou was a tai chi master and spent his last days here being happy and dazzled by the beauty and power and softness of nature. He died on Sunday morning looking at the trees and doing the famous 21 form of tai chi with just his musician hands moving through the air.
Lou was a prince and a fighter and I know his songs of the pain and beauty in the world will fill many people with the incredible joy he felt for life. Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us.
— Laurie Anderson his loving wife and eternal friend