If you read anything today, read this elegy that Patti Smith wrote in the New Yorker for Lou Reed. It is short–it won’t take long to read. Brief but beautiful, it reaffirms what a giant Lou was in the music scene. Patti says it best: “He was our generation’s New York poet, championing its misfits as Whitman had championed its workingman and Lorca its persecuted.” I may not have lived in that generation, but I love/appreciate it. I remember my envy when I first heard that my mom saw Lou Reed perform when she was in college. I wished that I could have been a part of it all, that scene, and Lou was at the very center.