Just a perfect day free#

Reed was afraid of sleep because the darkness and loss of consciousness took him back to the electroshock therapy (a very common therapy back in the days) he had received when he was teenager, that had been administered to “cure” his alleged homosexuality.

He was a deeply sensitive artist, who had touched pain with his hand and seen the darkness with his eyes.

Just a perfect day free#

Lou Reed was able to place us all in front of a mirror, in a strong contrast to the hippie rhetoric of peace and free love that raged in California in those years. The dark corners of life, the ones that each of us knows, even though we would prefer not to shine a light on them in order to keep our carefully-crafted appearances intact, and the places and roles that we have in society. An artist able to explore the dark side of reality, the things that nobody else talked about, or wanted to talk about. There was once someone who was not afraid to declare that, if they took drugs it was out of desperation, alienation, to destroy themselves nothing to do with spiritual thoughts or guides. There was once someone who was not afraid to tell us that love was also suffering, that it was likely you would meet the wrong people and that feelings degenerate because they are not pure – because none of us can be said to be truly pure. The weakness, the fragility, the malice and the selfishness. A reality that was told without makeup, not afraid to see the dark side in each of us. The one depicted by those who told it like it was. As if it’s easy to fall in love without consequences… an America represented by those who took drugs, preaching the message that they did so as an act of awareness and spiritual growth, in order to open the doors of perception or to live out shamanic experiences in the desert. The first represented by The Beach Boys, The Doors, and the dream of the never-ending Californian summer.