
Just a quick one, since I can’t help but stare at anything to do with that Lulu car-crash - The Telegraph has got an interview with LouLars, which is the only one I’ve seen done post-release, not pre-. As a result, Lou’s on his spikily best form:
“You know a lot of time these guys that interview us, they think they’re more literate than I am. That would be a real bad mistake,” he snarls, having misinterpreted a question to locate offence where none was intended. “Don’t kid yourself about me, you know what I’m saying? I’m not a good guy to f—- with.”
Chuckle.
Anyway, he goes on to show that – contrary to all utterances and appearances – he might actually have a human soul underneath all those folds of skin and grumpiness, and for that alone it’s worth a read.
Ultimately, though, while that record was a serious candidate for possibly the maddest, weirdest and worst record ever written, and while Metallica still make me laugh like a drain any time they say, do or play anything, I still can’t bring myself to dislike Lou Reed. He’s a miserable, contrarian, arrogant pseud who would benefit, as a human being, from being roundly humiliated every now and again, but you can’t deny that the bloke’s got balls the size of family Volkswagens.
I really like that even though he’s clearly the Mr. Burns of Rock, he’s still got the sheer moxie to go through with this sort of madness, even though literally everyone in the world (who isn’t in Metallica) must have said to him he was off his cakehole and to just go back to bed for a bit.
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