It was the best of Lou; it was the worst of Lou. I’m talking, of course, about Lou Reed’s infamous 1978 “comedy” album, Live: Take No Prisoners, which was recorded over a 4-day period at the Bottom Line in New York City. On it Mr. Velvet Underground adlibs all over some of his best-known songs, launching into long, meandering, and only occasionally humorous digressions that destroy said songs in the process. You will like this album if you believe Lou Reed is the second coming of Lenny Bruce. Me, I rate him more along the lines of Lenny and Squiggy.
But here’s the good news. Despite Reed’s best efforts to hobble his own material by free-associating right over it, Live: Take No Prisoners occasionally reaches sublime heights, thanks to some ballsy and unique arrangements that actually—at least at times—improve on the studio originals. Unlike Bob Dylan—whose radical rearrangements of his classics tend to give me the shudders—Reed has the ability to treat his own songs with arch irreverence and get away with it. Sometimes at least.
I could belabor the point I make in the first paragraph, but I’ll try not to. Suffice it to say that the almost 17 minutes of “Walk on the Wild Side” are truly insufferable. He chit chats for a while, then goes into a long spiel about how he came to write the song. He then interrupts said long spiel with a rant about how much he loathes the Village Voice’s Robert Christgau and rock critics in general before returning to his original spiel, having also taken a brief conversational detour to give a shout out to Bruce Springsteen who is in the audience. “Sweet Jane” receives similar treatment—Lou yaks his way through it, looking for yuks with his Barbra Streisand imitation and his observation that people from Wyoming are short (guess you had to be there). Meanwhile the band vamps behind him, vainly hoping—along with, I would guess, the audience—that he’ll just shut up and play the damn song. I know that’s what I’d have been hoping.