Monday, December 1, 2025

VOTD 12/01/2025

Lou Reed: Metal Machine Music (RCA)

Purchased used at Sound Cat Records


I never liked the Velvet Underground or Lou Reed's solo albums that much. Which is not to say I disliked them. I admire Lou's dedication to his art. He wrote a few okay songs. But he couldn't sing worth shit, in situations where singing was necessary. On Hal Wilner's Kurt Weill album (Lost In The Stars) Lou sang the title song. Except, he just can't hold a melody on a song that requires it. 

I was barely a teen when I started reading Creem magazine. I recall a back issue I bought at the QMart in Quakertown, that covered this Lou Reed album. There were three columns down one page, the middle of which read "no no no no no no no no no no...[etc]" with Lou's image superimposed on the text. I guess I remember it decades later.

So what to make this record? Its primary purpose is pretty much on the surface: Lou owed two LPs to RCA and devised this monstrosity.

Is this album prescient? I'm thinking both yes and no. Yes in that, there'd be cassette releases by Italian noise artists (specifically MB) that aren't too far astray from this wall of sound, just a few years later. Surely some of them must have known this album.

No insofar as, I don't think Lou was trying to influence anyone. He put this thing out into the world, and accept it or not. 

So what of the contents? It's a wall of sound, more trebly and bass-end. I can't particularly distinguish one side from another, though they're clearly not the same either.

But what of the effort? Maybe Lou didn't take this especially seriously, but he didn't not take it seriously. There's a push here, he wanted to make something. There's an atmosphere, an air to this. That said, while it's clearly not all the same, I can't distinguish one side from another. 

Four sides, and hour + spent with this. What would Lou think? Probably that I was a sucker. 



CDOTD 12/01/2025

Various artists: Hey Folks! It's Intermission Time!Snack Bar Concession Stand Classics & Jazzy Singles From the Good Old Days! (Modern Harmonic)

Purchased at Vinegar Syndrome Pittsburgh


I have an affection for aural ephemera such as this. Sell sell sell! And how do you sell? Optimism! We're upbeat! Make a line for the snack bar now!

At least, outside of politics. MAGA sells a line of pessimism looking back on optimism. Weren't things so great way back then? America was great then. Make America great again!

When exactly was that? Pre-civil rights era? The jazz age? The gilded era?

As you know, there's no answer to that question. It's an elusive sense that things were better back then. But for whom? 

You know, white people. And I don't say that out of misplaced white guilt. For all my enjoyment of listening to these cheerful jingles, it's super-caucasian. How would I feel as an African American, in my car at the drive in? Perhaps I wouldn't think about it at all, accustomed to the majority white presence in culture. Or maybe I'd think....crackers. I'll put up with these crackers. That's assuming Black people attended drive-ins in general, a suburban phenomenon.