Velvet undergroundand39s.., p.1

Velvet Underground's The Velvet Underground and Nico, page 1

 

Velvet Underground's The Velvet Underground and Nico
 


1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Larger Font   Reset Font Size   Smaller Font   Night Mode Off   Night Mode

Velvet Underground's The Velvet Underground and Nico


  Praise for the series:

  All six books revel in the distinct shapes and benefits of an album, its ability to go places film, prose or sculpture can’t reach, while capable of being as awe-inspiring as the best of those mediums—Philadelphia City Paper

  Each volume has a distinct, almost militantly personal take on a beloved long-player… the books that have resulted are like the albums themselves—filled with moments of shimmering beauty, forgivable flaws, and stubborn eccentricity— Tracks Magazine

  At their best, these books make rich, thought-provoking arguments for the song collections at hand—The Philadelphia Inquirer

  Praise for individual books in the series:

  Dusty in Memphis

  Warren Zanes … is so in love with Dusty Springfield’s great 1969 adventure in tortured Dixie soul that he’s willing to jump off the deep end in writing about it— Rolling Stone

  Zanes uses Dusty in Memphis as a springboard to ruminate eloquently on the history of Atlantic Records and the myth of the American South—Tracks Magazine

  Forever Changes

  Hultkrans obsesses brilliantly on the rock legends’ seminal disc—Vanity Fair

  The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society

  This is the sort of focus that may make you want to buy a copy, or dig out your old one—The Guardian

  This detailed tome leads the reader through the often fraught construction of what is now regarded as Davies’s masterpiece—and, like the best books of its ilk, it makes the reader want to either reinvestigate the album or hear it for the first time—Blender Magazine

  Miller makes a convincing case for the Kinks’ 1968 operetta of English village life as a heartbreaking work of staggering genius—Ray Davies’ greatest songwriting triumph and an unjust commercial dud—with deep research and song-by-song analysis—Rolling Stone

  Meat is Murder

  Full of mordant wit and real heartache. A dead-on depiction of what it feels like when pop music articulates your pain with an elegance you could never hope to muster. ‘Meat is Murder’ does a brilliant job of capturing how, in a world that doesn’t care, listening to your favorite album can save your life—The Philadelphia Inquirer

  Pernice hits his mark. The well-developed sense of character, plot and pacing shows that he has serious promise as a novelist. His emotionally precise imagery can be bluntly, chillingly personal—The Boston Weekly Dig

  The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

  John Cavanagh combines interviews with early associates of Pink Floyd and recording-studio nitty-gritty to vividly capture the first and last flush of Syd Barrett’s psychedelic genius on the Floyd’s ’67 debut—Rolling Stone

  Packed with interviews and great stories … will certainly give you a new perspective on Pink Floyd— Erasing Clouds

  The Velvet Underground and Nico

  Also available in this series

  __________

  The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society,

  by Andy Miller

  Dusty in Memphis, by Warren Zanes

  Meat is Murder, by Joe Pernice

  Harvest, by Sam Inglis

  Forever Changes, by Andrew Hultkrans

  The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, by John Cavanagh

  Sign ‘O’ the Times, by Michaelangelo Matos

  Electric Ladyland, by John Perry

  Unknown Pleasures, by Chris Ott

  Abba Gold, by Elisabeth Vincentelli

  Loveless, by David Keenan

  Grace, by Daphne Brooks

  Live at the Apollo, by Douglas Wolk

  OK Computer, by Dai Griffiths

  Aqualung, by Allan Moore

  Let It Be, by Colin Meloy

  Let It Be, by Steve Matteo

  The Velvet Underground and Nico

  Joe Harvard

  2010

  The Continuum International Publishing Group Inc

  80 Maiden Lane, New York, NY 10038

  The Continuum International Publishing Group Ltd

  The Tower Building, 11 York Road, London SE1 7NX

  www.continuumbooks.com

  Copyright © 2004 by Joe Harvard

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers.

  Printed in the United States of America

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Harvard, Joe.

  The Velvet Underground and Nico/Joe Harvard.

  p. cm. — (33 1/3)

  Includes bibliographical references.

  eISBN-13: 978-1-4411-3615-2

  1. Nico, 1938- 2. Velvet Underground (Musical group) 3. Rock musicians—United States—Biography. I. Title. II. Series.

  ML421.V44H37 2004

  782.42166’092’2—dc22

  2003028100

  Contents

  Introduction

  Part One: The Setting

  Part Two: The Songs

  Part Three: Aftermath

  For Mae Mae … and for the

  Angels over East Boston:

  Bobby Trainor, Joe “Shoemaker,” and the twins.

  Author’s Note

  I’m not a critic. I’m a musician, and this is not an attempt to “explain” the Velvet Underground, or their first and definitive album. My aspiration in this book is to share some of what I find interesting about the group’s debut record, their music and their method of creating it. Sometimes the sources are confusing, even on basic issues like when and where the record was made and how long it took; when they are, I attempt to sift through the puzzle for a probable resolution. Otherwise, I’ve tried to avoid the speculation and gossip-column crap found in so many books on the Velvets. There’s a lot of material out there, and lots of fans, and if I sometimes come up short on picking through the facts of the former, I sincerely apologize to the latter.

  The interviews used extensively in this book—besides the transcripts of those I conducted myself—come from a number of sources, including magazines, books and websites. Many of these quotes are found throughout the literature on the Velvet Underground, but since most books on rock music avoid footnotes and even bibliographies, it’s difficult to trace many quotes back to their original source. When in doubt, I generally cite the earliest published source I could find. It might seem out of place for a book on rock, but I’ve tried to salute the accountability standard by footnoting sources.

  In our conversations, Jonathan Richman encouraged healthy skepticism in order to combat the lack of accuracy and accountability in rock journalism, and warned me, in particular, to look out for rampant misquoting. While I haven’t lost faith in the integrity of music journalists, there’s an undeniable trend toward rumors being canonized as accepted facts once they’re repeated enough (and the juicy ones always are). Editorial license should not be tantamount to a license to kill, so I’ve done my best to avoid character assassination, and sought confirming sources for any information I present herein.

  Acknowledgments

  This book could not have been written without the editing assistance of the amazing Cathy Mars. Mae Mae “Shoemaker” deserves her own book—without you, mom, I wouldn’t be able to read, much less write … I love you both. I am grateful to: Maureen and Enio; Rosemary and Barbara; Carla and Marisa; Catherine Boone, Dave ‘Bone’ Pedersen, Richie ‘Cunningham’ Maddalo, Bob Salvi, and John Rosato.

  Thanks to those whose work guided this book, especially Victor Bockris, David Fricke, M.C. Kostek, Sal
Mercuri, Olivier Landemaine, Phil Milstein, Legs McNeil, and Gillian McCain. Buy their books, surf their sites. Two of the finest songwriters and best friends I know helped out: Jonathan Richman shared advice and memories, while Joe Pernice compensated for not hiring strippers for my bachelor party by turning me onto this series. This book was already finished when producer Norman Dolph made himself available, and I had no second thoughts about returning to the computer; for his unique and thoughtful insights I owe him many thanks and a good cigar. Finally, many thanks to series editor David “dB” Barker, for having a pisser idea, and trusting an old dog with a new trick.

  In the beginning Lou and I had an almost religious fervor about what we were doing … but after the first record we lost our patience and diligence. We couldn’t even remember what our precepts were.1

  —John Cale

  The first time I heard the Velvet Underground and Nico record … I just hated the sound. You know “HOW COULD ANYBODY MAKE A RECORD THAT SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT? THIS IS DISGUSTING! ALL THESE PEOPLE MAKE ME FUCKING SICK! FUCKING DISGUSTING HIPPIE VERMIN! FUCKING BEATNIKS, I WANNA KILL THEM ALL! THIS JUST SOUNDS LIKE TRASH!”

  Then about six months later it hit me, “Oh my God! WOW! This is just a fucking great record!”2

  —Iggy Pop

  Introduction

  These are times in which critics cite the Velvet Underground as one of the most influential rock groups of all time. Even those who admittedly dislike the group, or object to their preference for “parental advisory” content (the high visibility of drugs and so-called sexual deviance, for instance), are forced to concede their enormous effect on modern rock. Any survey that concerns itself with rock as it is now played tends to place them in the top two or three. Spin magazine’s April 2003 list of the “Fifteen Most Influential Albums of All Time (… not recorded by the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Elvis or the Rolling Stones)” is typical in placing The Velvet Underground and Nico first.3 Yet on the Top 100 Album countdowns that Classic Hits radio stations frequently conduct, the Velvet Underground are usually conspicuous by their absence or low position. A reflection of the almost total radio (and press) blackout the group faced for most of its life, the mainstream airwaves today remain nearly Velvet-free.

  It’s a contradiction so glaring it approaches paradox: a band that left its mark on rock music and musicians in a profound way, but whose music was purposefully snubbed by the major outlets. Industry inertia was nearly comprehensive: record stores, radio stations, the music press, promoters, the marketing personnel and bean counters of the record labels who controlled the crucial distribution networks. Put simply, these people could not deal with this music in 1967, the year of the Summer of Love. Coupled with critical indifference and public hostility, it all spelled an absence of commercial reward for the struggling Velvets. Pick your cliché: They Couldn’t Catch a Break; They Couldn’t Get Arrested; If It Wasn’t for Bad Luck, They Wouldn’t Have No Luck at All. One thing is certain: few, if any, bands have ever left such an enduring legacy with less help from the industry they were part of. Bad timing, shitbum luck, mountainous egos—even facing such conditions, the band produced work so powerful that, acting over time through the musicians they had influenced, they eventually transformed a music industry that only began to understand and appreciate them when it was too late.

  GUMSHOES & GUITARS

  Velvet Underground co-founder Lou Reed once said “if you’re going to talk about greats, there is no one greater than Raymond Chandler. I mean, after reading Raymond Chandler and going on to someone else, it’s like eating caviar and then turning to some real inferior dish.” Lou had a simple plan: to “take the sensibility of Raymond Chandler or Hubert Shelby (sic) or Delmore Schwartz or Poe and put it to rock music.”4 And when he formed the Velvet Underground that was exactly what he did. Taking a cue from film noir and pulp fiction, Reed and company would pull back the curtain that separated pop music from the world beyond “moon and June” love songs, creating in the process a new music vérité— a rock noir, if you will.

  As Raymond Chandler died in 1959, we’ll never know whether the man Reed called “the greatest” would have approved of having his “sensibility” applied to rock music—or if he’d have reciprocated the songwriter’s admiration. I strongly suspect, though, that Raymond and Lou would have been muy simpatico. Had he lived, the author of hard-boiled detective classics including The Big Sleep and Farewell, My Lovely, may well have seen something in Reed that resembled his own archetypal detective character, as described in his article “The Simple Art of Murder”: “a modern knight … in search of a hidden truth … down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean … he must be the complete man, and a common man and yet an unusual man … he is a lonely man.” This last quality, Cale ascribes to Reed: “he has this thing in his persona about having to struggle alone, not as part of a group.”5 The other characteristics of Chandler’s modern knight aren’t traits typically ascribed to Reed, and the resemblance may not be so obvious as regards the Lou Reed who walked by day, who ate and drank and shat like everybody else and who seems to have pissed off almost everyone who ever got close to him. But it’s clearly discernible in the tough-but-compassionate, curious-yet-knowing voice of Lou Reed the songwriter.

  Facing similar challenges, Reed and Chandler sought to mold the raw material of the lowlife, the perverse, the brutal and the beautiful into art. Neither would accept the creative status quo. Rather than conform, both would go on to redefine the style of their chosen field. They did so using a reporter’s eye for detail and nuance—a skill Reed gained by education, and Chandler on the job. From Chandler, and through the likes of Selby and Schwartz, Reed acquired a fascination with the power of words and phrases; he studied their economic yet bold use of language, a technique he applied and quickly mastered in his lyrics. The result would be songs just as visually—even cinematically—evocative as the books written by Nelson Algren, Hubert Selby, Jr. and Raymond Chandler.

  With so much in common despite the separation of decades, and the fact that they operated within immeasurably dissimilar social milieus, perhaps it should be no surprise that Chandler could forecast his admirer’s future with bitter accuracy when he said: “the average critic never recognizes an achievement when it happens. He explains it after it has become respectable.”6 The critical reception—or lack thereof—that the Velvets faced was abysmal. The band’s superb interpretation of Reed’s songs accomplished the writer’s mission of bringing literary sensitivity to rock and roll—just as Chandler had successfully struggled to raise the bar in pulp fiction—yet the achievement would go unrecognized in its time, while years later critics would fall over themselves to dissect and discuss it.

  Reflecting on the revolutionary album he co-produced in 1966, Norman Dolph found an analogy in the world of art: “90% of all the pictures that are viewed today as just awesome, the first time they were seen the reaction was ‘this isn’t art!’ … Well, there were people who thought the VU were a waste of oxide on the back of a piece of recording tape.”7

  THE LEGACY OF THE “BANANA” LP

  As I write this book, I can sometimes hear the television in the next room. A commercial for a show called Walk on the Wild Side catches my ear, and there’s little doubt that the title assumes audience recognition of the Lou Reed song, not the original Nelson Algren novel. Just the fact that reality shows have become so popular hearkens back to Lou Reed’s use of life’s pageant as source material for his work.

  The miniscule tattoo I got in 1979 caused a family furor, with dark rumblings about bikers and convicts; when my niece recently acquired skin art that would impress most Yakuza and bring a smile to the lips of a Maori headhunter, nary a peep was uttered. American culture moves so fast it’s more a verb than a noun. It’s absorptive; like the ever-encroaching desert, this year’s fringe will be well within the arid borders of the main body before too long. Today, the kind of lives deemed permissible for art to reflect upon seem more
and more to resemble those that the Velvets explored in their songs. As Rolling Stone’s Robert Palmer states succinctly: “Activities that then belonged to a marginalized subculture are now mass-culture concerns.”8 To which I might add, the ones who get there first have to take a boatload of shit for their trouble. Enter the VU.

  MANY HANDS MAKE DARK WORK

  Rock historians habitually reduce the Velvet Underground to an entity whose brilliance came from cooperation and competition between a pair of gifted pioneers: John Cale and Lou Reed. Enormous roles were played by these mavericks, but it’s a mistake to reduce the VU to the Reed-Cale Show. More than Cale’s avant-classicism versus Reed’s literary lyricism and passion for rock and roll, greater than the simple sum of five musicians playing the revolutionary Reed-penned songs they unleashed upon an unsuspecting world, the Velvets were a band in the truest sense. The Velvet Underground and Nico was the product of a critical balance between the disparate, often conflicting individuals who created it.

  Holmes Sterling Morrison, Maureen “Moe” Tucker, Lou Reed, John Cale and Christa Paffgen (better known as Nico), together with producers Norman Dolph and Tom Wilson, engineers John Licata and Omi Haden—and a catalytic element in Andy Warhol—sparked an alchemy that was unique and stunningly effective. There were other great Velvets records made after the band’s personnel changed, but none offers the magical combination found in this—which many regard as their best record. Chemistry is by nature volatile: add the proper percentage of oxygen to hydrogen and the result is water—but change the ratio even fractionally and the mixture fails.

  Lou Reed’s vision for the band was unquestionably successful—just as Nico’s purposeful balance between earthy and ethereal, Sterling’s need to play tear-’em-up rock, and Moe’s goal to provide a hypnotically undeniable pulse (surrounding chaos be damned!) were desires made manifest, materializing as songs that always rock, and rock steady. All of this, while John Cale’s visionary contributions assailed the boundaries confining rock’s instrumentation, his arrangements and textural palate so accomplished that afterward all maps had to be thrown out and all borders redrawn. The Velvets would never have a chance to refine the approach taken on this first album, as the departure of Nico and the band’s break with Warhol meant the absence of ingredients critical to the formula. But the sounds they made on The Velvet Underground and Nico remain. Clear and cool at times, in some passages dark and murky; ebbing in certain places, then suddenly rushing forward as bubbling, boiling rapids in others, it always flows like water. Each and every amazing song.

 
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
Turn Navi Off
Turn Navi On
Scroll Up
Scroll