Songs To Play At My Funeral

re·ces·sion·al :: A blog from Tristan Reid. A Musician, Artist and Poet from Northern Virginia.

This turns Christmas into that cold, dark, depressing time of the year it truly is. Imagine a funeral Christmas Eve. 

   Well, about a year ago I wasn’t posting here for whatever lame reason. Lou Reeds death just made me think about my dead ex room mate and amazing DC punk. His name was Vance Bockis. He probably shot more heroin than Lou Reed. Vance was way more into the New York Dolls kind of thing which DC was never very into. He played in The Factory, 9353 and The Obsessed. He is the reason I’m clean today. I loved this idiot. This is The Factory playing amazing grace at his memorial service at the funeral home I work at. He’d be into it.

The Velvet Underground-Heroin

    I haven’t posted in a while which is sad because if I do say so myself… this blog idea is pretty fucking cool. But as we all know this morning we suffered the death of Lou Reed. I wrote a big long comment on the NPR web site and then realized I have a place to write this sort of shit. Right now I have something specific I want to focus on. It involves sex, drugs, rock n roll and of course Lou Reed.

Fuck. When you feel like death you think about death.

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With the recent buzz bumping with Garbage doing their thing I’ve been getting back on a Curve kick. This version of the song is so dreamy and such fitting words for holding onto something… that maybe should be let go of….

                      The months go by
                                                         I don’t think of you
                                                         The signal is frail
                                                         An imprint of what you do

                                                         So I turn up the sound
                                                         And you are nowhere
                                                         I have learnt this to my cost

                                                         But I maintain
                                                         In the slow lane
                                                         I maintain
                                                         In the slow lane

                                                         The scent goes by
                                                         Still I smell of you
                                                         You say I cry
                                                         At the merest thought of you

                                                        So you let me down
                                                         To laugh at nothing
                                                         I have learnt this for myself

                                                          But I maintain
                                                          In the slow lane
                                                          I maintain
                                                          In the slow lane

                                                         So I turn down the sound
                                                         And you are nowhere
                                                         I have learnt this to my cost



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I’m posting this song because I heard it last night and remembered how amazing it is. It sums of the beauty of being sad.

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Every now and again you can always expect to see a My Bloody Valentine song here. I love the guitars on this song… it’s so simple, so disgusting but so pretty. Awesome.

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I’m glad I got to see Chuck before he left. I’m glad I’m from Washington DC.

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Xiu Xiu is the definition of fucked up and we’re all fucked up.

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So I really have no choice but to post this and honestly I probably would have at some point anyway just not in memorial form. My dad owned this CD and when I was about 10-11 years old, maybe even younger, I started stealing it from him to listen too in my room. This was my favorite song on the album, maybe because I heard it on the radio the most, maybe because it had the punk rock sound that already knew and loved, maybe because the song represented angst I already felt before I really should have. Since then I’ve always thought the Beastie Boys were really cool. When people would say the sucked all I can do is shake my head… how could you not understand! They represent everything any drug addled youth who just wants to devote a life to music and partying could ever want! Not to say that was the only message they carried… they did as they got older get much more mature and even more awesome.The song Sabotage was even like a version of Fight For Your right but just a little more adult. I remember hearing that song on skate videos around 13-14 years old. It was perfect. It never bothered if they were cool to everyone else or not… cause I grew up on them and just by them being who they were taught me something about being individual and not giving a fuck.

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