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John Cale had the better solo career between the two main creative forces of the Velvet Underground, but I adore the twists and turns of Lou Reed’s solo career more. After tasting solo success with “Walk on the Wild Side” hitting #16 on the billboard charts, Lou Reed put out a depressing album with no viable hit in sight on Berlin, and he brought any alienated fans back into the fold with the back-to-back Sally Can’t Dance and Rock n Roll Animal. Requested by his label to keep the momentum going, Lou Reed acquiesced with a double-sided album of nothing else but noise, confounding listeners once again, and then, freed up to his own devices, Reed put out a ton of great work all the way to the end, mostly in deep cuts, but occasionally some great albums too. When Reed failed, it was a spectacle. When Cale failed, it was merely boring.
The Velvet Underground was, of course, the most important commercially-ignored band of the 1960s—in all of rock history—which as led to perhaps too much adoration from people who use them as a means to tear more famous, more successful contemporary bands down a notch; if I’ve heard that Brian Eno quotation once about them, I’ve heard it a billion times. George Starostin made the point that anyone who claims that t
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This article was originally published October 28, 2013
So let me tell you about the time Lou Reed roughed me up — a little.
It was in 2004 or so.
A colleague, who’d worked in the music biz, happened to mention that he took a regular Tai Chi class and that the rock-and-roll superstar was a regular attendee.
“Excuse me? Repeat that?”
“Yeah, he’s a Tai Chi expert, been taking the class for years. You should try it sometime…”
Um, where do I sign up?
I feigned interest in the martial art of Tai Chi; I’d seen the older Chinese women practicing in the basketball court near my apartment — it looked way too slow for my impatient monkey mind. But the idea of sweating aside one of my rock and roll heroes seemed like either the coolest or strangest thing in the world.
I had to do it.
Lou Reed and his first band, the Velvet Underground, were the soundtrack to my college years. My roommate dragging on a cigarette on a “Sunday Morning”; dancing with 20 sweaty people in a dorm room to “Cool it Down”; spinning records at WPSU, on a “Coney Island Steeplechase.” V.U. was the coolest possible band, ever.
I came to appreciate the grander oeuvre of Lou when a boyfriend compiled a mixtape called “Lou Reed Doesn’t Suck.” He introduced me to the luminous “Satellite of Love,” the