Playing guitar in the garden in middle age is a substitute for a dream of playing guitar in Central Park, NY. If I am honest this is something I love and dream about and cherish, singing in the garden with good friends around. But today Lou Reid died and he wrote and sang the best 'sitting in the garden, having a day song' - but oh, such an oh... such a long sad oh... 'you made me forget myself, I thought I was someone else, someone good...'
