Monday, May 11, 2020

Sweet Jane Week: The Postscript

Indie band Hat Without Men -- featuring some idiot whose name rhymes with Sleeve Nimels -- performing the opening riff of the Lou Reed classic.

Okay, I obviously have too much time on my hands.

That said, I thinks it's a nice view of my new Strat Squier and our newly renovated den/office.


pete said...

Barefoot Boy With Strat said...

OK, Steve, now you’ve done it. You’ve invoked my name six times now, and here I am. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice. Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed … you know the routine. But I was supposed to show up yesterday, but I guess not. What the fuck, huh? Since I’ve been gone, I’ve begun to see things straight, and perhaps for the first time since I divorced Sylvia, what year is this? 2020? Thirty years ago. Huh.

First of all, Stevie boy, you don’t know shit about covers of my work. Or any of my work. All of those Sweet Jane covers were for shit, and none so lame as Willie Nile’s. I remember telling Mr. Mott The Hoople he should stick to WW II-era songs like A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square, but did he listen? No! Nobody listens. Fuck ‘em.

Second, cut Laurie some slack, would’ya? She’s the one person who looked at me as an artist, and could she ever cook up a fine mess of corned beef and cabbage! You know, the fatty kind you’d find at the Landmark Tavern on eleveneth. I mean the kind of corned beef you’d get at Katz’s was good, but not like The Landmark. And I absolutely adored her reference to me as a Tai Chi master! Imagine that! Me! A master. She also thought that Metal Music Machine was art. She never listened to it, I mean, how could anyone, but still.

Since I’ve got you here, and I’m not going anywhere, and from what I just heard from Little Richard, you’re not going anywhere soon, let me tell you something. Coronavirus? Big fucking deal! Coronavirus wouldn’t have lasted ten fucking minutes on the Lower East Side in the sixties! And you shitheads are staying at home? Andy would be pissing in his pants if he heard that! And Cale would’ve have already written three dirges and two symphonies about your coronavirus. He probably already has. I’ll check on him later today.

I don’t have a lot of time left with you, Steve, but there are two things I want you to know. The first is don’t play guitar on carpets in your bare feet. I don’t want to get too Keith Relf about this, but as my Mom used to say, “A word to the wise doesn’t cost you anything,” By the way, we got together Sunday for Mother’s Day. And if I can reconcile with my Mom, anyone can.

The other thing is that of all the Velvets albums, you know which one I liked best? The Doug Yule one, Squeeze. First of all, I had nothing to do with it. Second, give it a listen again. It’ll grow on you in time. And that’s one thing we’ve all got plenty of these days.

Look. I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got a video shoot later today with Bowie. We’re going to do a remake of Bowie and Mick’s Dancing in the Streets, but this time we’re going to do it in Times Square, cause there’s nobody fucking there!

‘Til next time, Stevie boy. But before I go, let me say two things. Wishbone Ash. And The Cure. I’ve been listening to both a lot lately. Great bands, great bands. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.

Anonymous said...


That was the single funniest comment ever!!!!

Captain Al

Anonymous said...


Tai Chi Master!!!!!

Captain Al