The depressing thing is not the passing but the dire quality of the posthumous content e.g. Salman Rushdie’s tweet. Lou tweeted right up to the end: I tweet therefore I am. MoL’s main correspondent, silent since 60pages began, was flushed into the open by Rushdie, declaring he deserved another fatwa for producing something so cringe-worthy, and added: immense hypocrisy and sentimentality at large regarding Reed, who, yes, was some kind of genius for 10-15 years, ’66-78-ish, but then became an irrelevance, in permanent and ill-tempered mid-life crisis, like your granddad wearing a leather jacket and dancing to Suzi Quatro at a wedding. The same people who for years had been been calling him vain, rude, and an embarrassment suddenly teary-eyed at the thought of being without him. Am currently reviewing early New Age music & innovative gay porno film soundtracks from late 70s early 80s; am available for DJ-ing kids parties. Or you can borrow my latest charity shop find: www.discogs.com/Maharishi-Mahesh-Yogi-Maharishi-Mahesh-Yogi/release/1692140. Normal service resumed.