We finished shopping, so I stood in line at the "Cafe" for a 59-cent soda. Earlier that day I made the mistake of wearing a Lou Reed shirt I screened last summer:
I like Lou Reed's music so much I made a shirt. Not that you can tell here, but I screened it slightly off-center. Oops. Back to Costco: the conversation below is not verbatim, but an approximation:
"What's your favorite Velvet album?"
"I don't really have one. I prefer Lou Reed solo."
"I gotta go with Velvet Underground & Nico. But that's BS, I'm a Lou Reed fan too."
"They are very different."
"Lou Reed is the Velvet Underground. Well, Nico's great too, but she's a whole different woman."
"There are other people in the band."
Ok, condescending music nerd, I am checked out of this conversation. It could have been a fruitful conversation. Heck, we could have been best friends!
But me stating I don't really have a favorite VU album is BS? Personally, I think it makes more sense to admit that than to pose and pretend I have a favorite when I don't. I can look at the tracklistings to & Nico and White Light/White Heat and recognize the songs and perhaps sing along, but is that enough of a basis to proclaim what my favorite album is?
Besides, I was wearing a Lou Reed shirt. Why didn't he ask what my favorite Reed album is?
Oh, and saying Lou Reed is the Velvet Underground (except maybe Nico?). Give me a break. Does this guy really think Velvet fans are the only people who have ever heard of John Cale?
And Nico? Andy Warhol put her in the band and she sang on a few tracks.
Bah! He probably thought I was a dumb girl because I stopped talking to him. There are things I wold rather do on a Sunday than debate how my opinion is OK and not BS.
Like, I'd rather bitterly blog about it two days later.
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