Friday

...april 67, th'first LP has been out a coupla months'n th'velvets're th'toast o'HEP NYC socialites'n they take a gig on th' swingers circuit openin' a swish pick-up bar in mid town(this bein' th'start o' th'media summer o' love a swinger's bar is somewhat anachronistic, showin' th'velvets had no need o' th'trend, they belonged to no 'gang')...on this wax they kick it off with a tune called'i'm not a young man anymore', a number that was destined to fall by th'wayside fairly quick, circular guitar riffin', puttin' down th'patented velvet trance...next, 'fever in my pocket' with some great distorted folk rock guitar with plenty o' clatter...waitin' for th'man'n run run run complete th'first side'n fine versions o' each, energetic performances, just right to get th'swingers shakin' a tailfeather'n boogaloo...this is very garage rock, basic rhythm rockin', keepin' th'beat goin', invokin' th'wild spirits to sweep away th'audience into th'statosphere...th'second side is where th'action is, th'first public performance o'sister ray, surely th'sumnation o' everything velvet, trance riffin', feedback, monotony-v-expectation,visual dada lyrics,chaos...here th'velvets're workin' on th'blueprint that will eventually form this monumental slab, its R&B avant-garage, like they never did th'ballads on th'first LP, that side doesn't exist in th'world o' sister ray, its a black'n white abstract world populated by th'lost'n disgarded from society, lowlife that shines from th'gutter o' th'plastic nightmare, th'reality o' an unreal life, a torch illuminatin' th'beautiful sideshow freaks who dare to be different...about halfway through they get into a feedback jam that woulda gone down a storm in th'avalon ballroom with th'oxford circle in support, a kinda '66 yardbirds at th'marquee scenario, a strangeness that doesn't quite catch on till its watered down'n polished to absolute'perfection'which makes th'original irrelevant...nico stayed at th' bar th'whole night lookin' perplexed'n mysterious at th'same time'n andy talked to gerard o' new flights o' fancy...this is one nice addition to th'legacy o' th'greatest rock combo ever, a night th'velvets recreated th'frat band for th'wigged out lounge denizens o' th'merky underbelly o' free love...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

greatest band ever. len

2:44 PM  
Blogger spacedsaviour said...

cant argue with that...

2:55 PM  

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