This is the first post in the recurring segment, “These Are Your Jams,” where I collect music submissions from Thought Catalog readers and publish the very best.
Lou Reed is a clearly identifiable example of someone who took pop music from something you listened to as pleasant recreation to a true art form. Art doesn’t have to be pleasant or comforting and his music certainly wasn’t either.
It is still in use today as a facial toner and moisturizer, notably by the world’s most respected couple, the Beckhams.
I will never drink Blue Moon again after hearing “Ho Hey” in that stupid watercolor TV ad.
In no particular order.
Growing up is an infinite process and continues until we die. Things of ultimately trivial significance can influence us depending on the importance we attach to them.
He didn’t know complacency. Complacency and I know each other well, but I hate it. I want it gone.
I want to feel giddy and confused and a bit overwhelmed as often as possible. I want to know that every day is going to provide me with something fascinating, be it Saturday or Tuesday.