Lou Reed,chronicler of New York Citys dirty boulevards,embodied minimalist rock star cool.
In a famous bit of apocrypha essential to the Velvet Underground mythos,producer Brian Eno is said to have remarked that though the Velvets sold only a few thousand records in their early years,every person who bought one went on to start a band. It is an anecdote trotted out with frequency to justify the Velvets and Lou Reeds inclusion in the pantheon of great musicians,but one that is unnecessary now that Reed and his bands contribution to the sound and vocabulary of rock music is so well established.
Ree2d made a career out of defying expectations,confounding fans and critics. The second of the Velvets four albums,for instance,was the corrosive White Light/ White Heat 1968,while his final turn with the band,Loaded 1970,contained the strummy Oh! Sweet Nuthin and Sweet Jane alongside the deceptively peppy pop-strains of Who Loves the Sun. The operatic Berlin was followed by the brutal sonic experiment that was Metal Machine Man. To confront his catalogue is to find an artist grappling with individual expression,and producing some of the most compelling music of the last few decades.