Lou Reed's improvisations were just mind boggling at that time, never heard anyone play a guitar like that. Over 8 minutes of effortless improvisation over a simple bass line, and never once is it dull to listen to
I don't know if i laughed harder at
"suddenly rough hands gripped his package"
or
"oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside."
"ach, I know what you mean, I feel all ic-ky!"
Standing ovation for John Cale's brilliant adaptation of this cultural critique wrapped up in a well-written short story.
whenever i feel like a creep for listening to this sort of thing, i remind myself that we've been reading more f-ed up stories in school since like seventh grade. the catbird seat, anyone?