About 5 years ago, I saw Lou Reed at a festival in Seattle. Not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t him reading Edgar Allan Poe. And he didn’t even do that well. People were walking out, pissed off that they’d spent the $50 bucks to see an aging hipster read his favorite poems. You could see Reed’s jaw twitching as people were screaming, “Wild Side! White Light!”
I forget who it was exactly, I want to say Dan Auerbach of The Black Keys, said people shouldn’t idolize rock stars, a lesson he learned the day he met Lou Reed.
He has made some really good stuff, but definitely not one I would want to meet, and his concerts are probably too erratic to spend money on.