The Velvet Underground
Bootleg Series Volume 1: The Quine Tapes
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The Velvet Underground
Bootleg Series Volume 1: The Quine Tapes
Polydor, 2001
RiYL: Sonic Youth, Pixies, Nirvana |
Actually, I take that back -- I owe a great debt to the guitarist, who previously I'd only known through his work with Richard Hell and Matthew Sweet. Turns out the guy was a big fan of the Velvet Underground back when the group still existed (a rarity, so they say), and he did posterity a favor by recording a bunch of their shows with his trusty Sony tape recorder and a hand-held mic.
Thirty-two years later, these primitive (by today's taping standards) recordings are getting aired to the public, and it's a good thing. Until now, the only officially available Velvets live material was the two Live 1969 discs and a document of the group's 1993 reunion shows in Europe. But The Quine Tapes provide for a more satisfying listening experience than either of those previous options. Maybe it's the fact that the group was playing in San Francisco for the majority of the set (and possibly had something to prove far from its New York roots), or knew it was being recorded (according to the liner notes, the band was friendly with Quine -- who would later play in Lou Reed's mid-'80s band --and invited him backstage to play his recordings), but there is a passion to the performances that really encapsulates everything good about the group.
Reed proves a very helpful frontman, explaining the topics of many of the songs as introduction: "There's a girl named Margarita and a boy named Tom and they're sitting having a drink at some cafe downtown, having a conversation. This song's about them," he intones prior to "Some Kinda Love" on Disc 1, and later confirms "Femme Fatale" as being about actress Edie Sedgwick. But amicable as his banter might be, the performance of each band member is that much more energetic over the three discs and 23 songs that make up the set.
Mo Tucker is dynamic throughout, defying the simplicity of her mallets-and-toms kit with abrupt stops and feverish tempo shifts, and Doug Yule's bass is limber and versatile, keeping both melody and rhythm in line. Sterling Morrison and Reed, meanwhile, tear things up on the guitar end, especially during the 90+ minutes (!!) worth of "Sister Ray" madness spread over the three discs. Yet for all their recklessness, the band is just as comfortable taking on Mo's innocent "After Hours" and "I'm Sticking With You" or turning "I'm Waiting For The Man" into a plaintive, almost country-slow tune, lightening the song's urban impact for the West-coast audience.
The most impressive of the three discs is the last, which juxtaposes the aforementioned "Waiting For The Man" with regal versions of "Rock And Roll" and "New Age" and a beautiful 11-minute "Ride Into The Sun," a non-album track whose different known versions are here combined into a song rich in both harmonic melody and building intensity. It's capped off with a 28-minute "Sister Ray" that mutates into "Foggy Notion" halfway through.
If it wasn't made clear by the previously available recordings, The Quine Tapes outs the Velvet Underground as essentially a jam band. While they clearly possess none of the hippie righteousness commonly associated with that term, this is a group that will not let songs rest in their originally conceived form, turning simple three- and four-chord rockers into intense musical workouts and routinely closing shows with 30-minute versions of the epic "Sister Ray" (which only clocks in at a miniscule 17 on the original White Light/White Heat LP). The fact that the second disc has five songs and clocks in at 78.47 should tell you something.
But classifications and categories aside, the Velvet Underground remain one of the greatest rock bands ever to stalk the planet. Missed notes or tinny recording quality be damned, three discs worth of previously unheard prime Velvets is a welcome addition to anyone's CD collection. Bravo, Mr. Quine, and will you please bring on Volume II?
TROY CARPENTER | Troy Carpenter founded NATN from a Chicago apartment during the ambitious winter of 1998 with co-conspirators Ben French and Jonathan Cohen. After a five-year stint in New York, he and wife Lourdes have recently relocated to Indianapolis, where he spends days listening to music and nights in the kitchen at Elements restaurant. Musical heroes: Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Super Furry Animals. What else makes life worth living: Sushi, Phucty, runs in the park, and the Atlanta Braves.
