Dear Lou Reed's Ghost, When I first discovered the Velvet Underground, somewhere around 18, somewhere in the half-space of my undergraduate years in State College, Pennsylvania, I had not yet discovered myself. I didn't know, really, what the strange album with the banana cover -- The Velvet Underground and Nico (1967) -- could mean, really, or why the robotic numerology of the German model Nico sounded so succulent, and even more so in comparison with the New York glibness of your vocal on trac...
Dear Lou Reed's Ghost, When I first discovered the Velvet Underground, somewhere around 18, somewhere in the half-space of my undergraduate years in State College, Pennsylvania, I had not yet discovered myself. I didn't know, really, what the strange album with the banana cover -- The Velvet Underground and Nico (1967) -- could mean, really, or why the robotic numerology of the German model Nico sounded so succulent, and even more so in comparison with the New York glibness of your vocal on trac...
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