…I’m relatively younger, and got into Lou when I was fucked: young, psychologically retarded, and taking a lot of hallucinogens. An older friend showed me VU and it fit, him and Mo and Sterling and John just fit like a puzzle piece. His lyrics really helped, they increased me. Anyway, almost twenty years later I finally got to witness Lou Reed at the Montreal Jazz Fest, where he made at least one third of the crowd demand a refund because they ‘should have been warned’ that his trio set with Laurie Anderson and John Zorn was going to be an whorl of lsd-drenched, electroacoustic, deep listening, music. About twenty minutes in, one flatlander yelled ‘play some music, already!’ Lou looked pissed off, and Zorn stopped what he was doing to call back, ‘If you don’t think this is music, fucking leave.’ At that moment, a bunch of people got up and left. The room immediately had a different atmosphere, and the trio adjusted accordingly. They threw down an amazing piece of work, I can’t even remember the length, it was so there. Yeah, he totally knew what he was doing. Fucking rights. Really good for people. Too bad the second liver didn’t help more.
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