The avant-garde cognoscenti already revered Lou as the amoral gutter poet of the Velvet Underground—Rimbaud with a guitar,the scowl that launched a thousand bands—but now he was coming out as, among other things, a bona fide rock star, much to his chagrin. Fifteen minutes of fame would have been enough for Lou; all that mattered to him was the music.
Some days ago just came across this smart and gorgeous article about lou's rentrée in show busisnes with his infamous band the Toots,that places in early 70' cool NYC ......hope you get fun like me,cheers !!
https://noisey.vice.com/en_us/article/l ... io-excerpt
Reed's Life in the Suburbs and the Days after the VU
Reed's Life in the Suburbs and the Days after the VU
But there are no stars in New York sky, they're all on the ground.
This is the place where she lay her head when she went to bed at night....
This is the place where she lay her head when she went to bed at night....