This performance is from an interesting and transitional phase in Lou's career, a time of, in his own words, Growing Up In Public. He was writing songs that sounded deeply personal, and he was presenting himself in an almost vulnerable way: no makeup, sunglasses or black leather...no more rock and roll animal or godfather of punk, but not yet the "new Lou" that would emerge with The Blue Mask and eventually return him to larger audiences. Concert footage from this era is a rare treat.
It was a time of many authentic talents....I lived in NYC then and these guys were all over downtown and nobody thought they were stars until much much later. they were just persons full of independent energy......
Actually his most subversive moment was going on that same show and singing Street Hassle, albeit a cleaned up version and one without Bruce, but it was magnificent just the same!! I actually remember watching it live on TV. Anybody want to do the world a favor, dig up that tape and upload it please!!!!
Huge fan of Lou & The Velvets. This is awesome ! A previous comment reckons 'This is what he's like sober' - maybe he was here, but the left eye 'at half mast' is to me quite likely a sign of substance use. Doesn't take away from the great man, just saying. Still a huge loss. Tremendous band too ❤
Hey Jack Stern it's me again. I got to thinking: If you have this much of Lou's set then you must have the whole set. Would you let me know when you post the rest of it??
Because of the things that they heard she had done The black Air Force sergeant was not the first one And all of the drugs she took, every one, every one
His performance here a little looks like Joe Cocker's. Of course, I know that he is the very unique musician. I'm just talking about the great impression that he wants to convey here.
I dont think its nihilistic at all. I think its incredibly compassionate. Beautifully compassionate. And compassion is not something he was really known for. This song is about an absurdly damaged woman that he cares deeply about who is having the worst thing in her life happen to her. Its a BLEAK song, because its about the judgement of others doing damage. He is bearing witness to her agony. And that is beautiful. So beautiful it crushes my heart
His ' singing ' is ridiculous ; it's not singing anymore . Listen at the original . I know this is an other version of the song but man , he could at least keep it recognizable . He really had his best time with the Velvets and early seventies . Berlin and R&R Animal are briljant for example. And it got even worse when he picked up his guitar playing about that time ( the 80's )
Pero qué le pasaba al tío éste, las expresiones raras de careto, se le cerraban los ojos, etc. Parecía que estaba completamente colocado en ésta actuación. Cuando cantó en Madrid en verano de 1980, el público empezó a lanzarle objetos, porque mucha fama pero no cantaba nada de nada.Aunque tampoco tenía él la culpa de tener una voz pequeñita y meliflua. No todo el mundo tiene la suerte de nacer con una voz tipo Tom Jones, Nino Bravo, etc.
@@pablolizon7971 Saludos desde Valencia, la tierra de las grandes voces jeje. Ah, como éste músico y contante ( nó cantante), tenemos en España una buena colección, siendo el máximo exponente el gran Joaquín Sabina. Un tío humilde que dijo que nunca perdería la voz porque...¡ nó tenía! JAJAJAJA.
@@pablolizon7971 Sí, era todo carisma y se fué demasiado pronto. Los excesos se pagan; en su última entrevista se le ve muy desmejorado, desvalido y como si estuviera de vuelta de todo. Nadie ha ocupado el vacío que dejó en su estilo.
Lou Reed no tenía una gran voz. Pero su fraseo medio narrando, medio contando. Ha marcado escuela. Lou Reed, con sus altibajos, es un referente de la musica popular de los últimos 50 años. Lou Reed, si cerraba los ojos, o gesticula era por que sentía, transmitía la historia por el escrita, y la música. No imagino a Chuck Berry cantando Wagner o Rossini. Y colocado, que más da. Lou Reed, fue uno de los grandes. Y las voces de Baritono o tenor, son estupendas en la Opera. No quiero ni pensar en pavarotti, cantando rock n roll.
