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THE REVIEW
I used to bring my aforementioned buttocks to any sort of civil gathering, whatever the nature of the latter.
It was, if I remember correctly, the second half of the elephantine-legs seventies: inapproachably dressed, accustomed to much more inappropriate distractions, I acquired and was acquired by the aforementioned.
A celebrated album, a bananed album (peel slowly and see!).
There was Gianni, known to the world as Gian-something, a guy who boasted about boasting and beyond, who was already praising the aforementioned back then. That's how I learned about the existence of the Stooges, the Velvet U., things I remembered until a few decades ago.
What could I say about the album that's new? Nothing, I believe.
I could say that back then, we knew nothing, and we discovered everything,
Then my cousin, I swiped it from my cousin, the album. He didn't even like it.
I remember three things about him: that he jokingly teased me for my astigmatism, that we never called each other by name, and that he died on April 14, 1978.
Of heroin, too young. Yes, stop the nonsense, I'm telling you.
Everyone knows, those who know me understand, that I have a knife stuck in my heart.
Associating this album with him, something I can't help but do, hurts.
Listening to it hurts. It means remembering.
But remembering, yes it hurts, but it's also good. When I no longer remember, it'll be even worse.
(I apologize to everyone for the outburst, if it weren't for anonymity I would never have had the courage)
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This review recounts a deeply personal connection to The Velvet Underground & Nico album, intertwined with memories of a lost cousin. The reviewer reflects on the album's cultural significance and the pain that comes with remembering. The emotions evoked by the music are both painful and treasured. Despite the personal sorrow, the review captures the timeless nature of this iconic record.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
The Velvet Underground
The Velvet Underground were an American rock band formed in New York City in 1964, known for their influential, experimental sound and association with Andy Warhol; core members included Lou Reed, John Cale, Sterling Morrison and Maureen Tucker.49 Reviews
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