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There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Fetish wasn't released with a big promotional push, and it was more than five years ago.
I didn't know this was something from several years back. It still stinks of marketing ploy to me, though. (I know my reaction is supposed to be, "How great that she can be honest about that in her music!," but really? I don't want to know that much about anybody's sex life unless I'm sleeping with them.)
I think the same about Ms.-Jackson-If-You're-Nasty, BTW.
The JJ thing makes me sad, too. Even if privately she was into B&D? To put it on her album just screams NOTICE ME, I'M SHOCKING in a sad kinda pathetic way.
So how do you classify Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side"?
That song is pretty enough to justify its own existence.
That song is pretty enough to justify its own existence.
Insider trivia: The super cool bass on that song is played by Herbie Flowers - the leading British session man of his day. He also plays the bass on the equally cool glam era hit "Rock On" by David Essex.
So how do you classify Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side"?
Proto-post-punk-pop?
Even nicer WOTWS trivia: the sax solo was by the guy who taught Bowie sax when he was 12. I love that.
Bowie and Reed were, um... close at the time. Bowie produced Transformer and sang backup on one song.
Damn, this is another album that I have had on LP for ages that I need a CD version. Or else get it from the the iTunes music store.
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Crap, iTunes music store does not have Transformer. Maybe I should see Spider Man and check out a music store. BTW, does anyone like Songs for Drella?
"Walk on the Wild Side" is the Platonic ideal Lou Reed song....
BTW, does anyone like Songs for Drella?
One of the best albums of the '90s. Why people mention the vastly inferior New York as Reed's creative renaissance I'll never know.
I'm not so crazy about Songs for Drella, and New York hasn't aged well at all. The rest of Lou's 90s output was so abysmal that it's not worth having an opinion about.