Metal Machine Music became the coolest “fuck you” of all time and I still own an extremely rare mint condition vinyl copy of it (rarely played because listening to it wasn't what it was all about). “The morning of the show….” and “I want to play football for the coach….” became, and still are, a part of our private lexicon. Coney Island Baby was a big one for us, and its still one of my favourite albums of all time….there is just something concise and perfect about it. Transformer was followed by Berlin, the most harrowing of listening experiences…there were no “hints” on this album, it was a full-on exploration of drug addiction and abuse, not for timid. Alan and I latched on to every solo album that he released throughout the 70's and every one brought us somewhere new and unexpected, you never knew what you were going to get from a new Lou Reed album, you let the needle drop and you let him grab you by the arm, with the occasional smack across the mouth.
BINAURAL SOUND LOU REED FULL
There was something childish and sinister about the songs on that album: they hinted at a world that wasn't as black and white as the one I was growing up in, his world was full of shadows and innumerable shades of grey (way more than 50). So I snuck in to his bedroom when he was out and would play his vinyl copy….I was thirteen years old, back when 13 was young, and I didn't understand what he was singing about, but it was enthralling. He would yell out loud when Lou talked dirty on Walk On The Wild Side, just to frustrate me because I wanted to hear what he was saying. He had an 8 track copy of Transformer in his car and the album would play on a loop. The year that Transformer came out I broke my leg and it was my brothers job to drive me to school. My older brother John introduced me to his music. Uncle Lou died today….gone but never, ever forgotten.
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