On the weekend I shelled out for the Quine Tapes. Three double lps worth of the Velvet Underground recorded by the late Robert Quine. Three rock 'n' roll shows in the USA. I have it playing in the other room right now. Side two of the first lp. Maureen is singing.
I'm sticking with you, motherfuckers.
It sounds great. Mono. Lo-fi. Magic as a revolution. The only thing I was born too late for was the Velvet Underground.
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I do not listen to the Velvet Underground as often as I should. When I do they make feel teenage. Don't mind that a bit.
I have listened to three sides of the Quine Tapes so far. The price was worth side three alone - a more ripping than ever version of Sister Ray.
I got two Gordon Campbells sucking on my ding-dong!
Let them finish, then choke the life out of them is my recomendation. You might have to go to prison, but everyone will honor and glorify you for your courage and clear thinking, after you've been dead for 300 years.
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