I’m in my porno loft right now, getting ready for Katie Thomas to show up for her black dicking, and I’ve got channel 913 dialed in on my cable TV. It’s the “classic” rock channel, featuring the “original architects of rock and roll.”

It’s embarrassing to admit this is the music I listen to most lately while I’m working at the loft. Want an example? Right before Reed’s brilliant piece of genius I had to endure Ted Nugent’s “Stranglehold”, but hey, “A Walk on the Wild Side” makes it all worth it.

So does ELO.

That’s right — The Motherfucking Electric Light Orchestra.

But this is about Lou Reed, who is, without a doubt, one of the most important American musicians — living or not — and his song.

Oh, that bass line!

Oh, the story Reed tells with his lyrics!

Remember — I’m saying it’s the coolest song ever written…not the best.

One of my earliest memories about popular music centers around “A Walk On The Wild Side”. I think I was 8 or 9, which is about the same time this song first hit the radio, and I was playing baseball at this kid’s house. I don’t even remember what his name was, but I know he had an older brother named “Steve”, cause as we were playing ball Steve was singing the chorus, over and over

And the colored girls go
Do, do do, Do do,
Do, do, do Do do…

when Steve’s mother suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and she screamed at him, cause she didn’t like the part about the colored girls, and for the same reason you’ve got weird memories of your childhood that seem to stick with you forever, so do I.

And this is one of them.

With this song, which will stick with me forever, too.

I’m not a big fan of the video, but hey, they gave it their best shot, and that’s saying something…