a yes Berlin!!
-----Original Message-----
From: Bill Wootton
Sent: Tuesday, April 19, 2016 10:58 PM
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Subject: Berlin (revisited)
Berlin
In Berlin by the bed in the afternoon, 1975,
Lou Reed slowly, with piano and violin and voice,
shook the teenage willies out of me.
This was like no other new record listen. I lay
on the bed with curtains fully closed, mind astir.
In suburban Melbourne, after a morning's work
at a city department store, I'd popped into One Stop
Records at Princes Gate, picked up the imported gatefold
copy, with corner snipped, cheaper for being so far from
the original acetate and not selling well enough to re-press.
Lou's lost-sounding intonation, the story of the doomed
violent, drug-raddled couple, the hotel with its 'greenish walls/
a bathroom IN the hall', as though it squatted mid-corridor,
sounding so slimy, so decadent. So far from sun and from
the back lawn Dad wanted me to mow that afternoon.
bw
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