「Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a while. I wished I talked to you more when you were alive. I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy. Hello it's me. I really miss you, I really miss your mind, I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time. I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint. But when I saw you last I turned away. When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room you asked me for some speed, I though it was for you. I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart. Things always seem to end before they start. Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show. Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows. I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you. Hello it's me. "Pop goes pop artist," the headline said, "Is shooting a put-on, is Warhol really dead?" You get less time for stealing a car, I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar. They really hated you, now all that's changed. But I have some resentments that can never be unmade. You hit me where it hurt I didn't laugh. Your Diaries are not a worthy epitaph. Oh well now Andy, I guess we've got to go. I wish some way somehow you like this little show. I know this is late in coming but it's the only way I know. Hello it's me, goodnight Andy... Goodbye, Andy.」
*Andy Warhol, Lou Reed, 1976.
*Hello it's me. John Cale & Lou Reed, 1990.