“You need to try to master the ability to feel sad without actually being sad.”
– he didn’t give up until the last half-hour of his life, when he suddenly accepted it – all at once and completely.
via: Laurie Anderson’s Farewell to Lou Reed | Rolling Stone
He contained so much art and vision as to be a scene unto himself. Then he faded from view.
After alienating lovers and collaborators alike, Eastman was evicted from his apartment in the mid-’80s. Most of his scores were bagged and carted away—eventually lost to history. Details from his homeless period are sketchy (or contested), but it’s generally agreed that he lived in Tompkins Square Park and also suffered from some form of addiction. After he died, alone in a Buffalo hospital at age 49, it took eight months for an obituary to be published. Continue reading