ON THIS DATE (40 YEARS AGO)
May 30, 1972 – Velvet Underground: Live at Max’s Kansas City is released.
# ALL THINGS MUSIC PLUS+ 3.5/5
# Allmusic 3/5 stars
# Rolling Stone (see original review below)
Live at Max’s Kansas City is a live album by The Velvet Underground. It was originally released on May 30, 1972, by Cotillion, a subsidiary label of Atlantic Records.
A far cry from the fervor of the seminal Live 1969, this live recording, though it was made only a year later, is the swan song of the Velvet Underground. Velvets fan/friend Brigid Polk brought her home cassette machine to this gig at one of the band’s favorite NY haunts to record it for herself. Though it was cleaned up upon its eventuation to album format, it still bears the lo-fi marks of it’s origin, adding to the gritty, you-were-there feeling.
The band had lost idiosyncratic, minimalist drummer Mo Tucker by this time, and were performing material from what’s arguably their least memorable album (Loaded), so there’s none of their previous live fireworks to be found here. By this time, it was undisputedly Reed’s show, so just think of this as the first great live Lou Reed album. The band is at their most polished here, but the amateur sound quality provides a serendipitously ragged edge to the proceedings. The first half of the album is filled with bracing rockers, mostly from Loaded, while the second contains the band’s most affecting ballads, largely from their earlier albums. Get 1969 first, then explore this album’s subtler charms.
ORIGINAL ROLLING STONE REVIEW
Though New York City eventually serves as a showcase for every big-time rock group, it spawns very few–and the Velvet Underground was about the only group that denizens of the ultimate terminal city could call their own.
Andy Warhol found them and put them on tour as part of a show called The Exploding Plastic Inevitable, and the Velvet Underground skulked through flower – powered American days like shadows from the dark-side of psychopath fantasy. Many thought their first album downright evil.
Musically they were just your average garage band, but with 42nd Street attitudes towards lyrics and subject matter (remember “Sister Ray”?), a nerve-scorching feedback guitar style, and the Dylanish leering vocal style of songwriter Lou Reed. The first album featured Chelsea Girl Nico, and the electric violin of John Cale. The second seemed to consist mostly of “Sister Ray,” while the third was much more musical, and tunes like “What Goes On” and “Some Kind Of Love” gained a new audience for the group. By this time both Nico and Cale were long gone, as was Warhol. Lou Reed was becoming a legend and was definitely the mainstay of the group at the time this recording was made, in August 1970.
The occasion was a summer-long gig at Max’s, a gathering spot for artists, poets, hustlers, queens and princes as well as musicians–in short the perfect place for the Velvet to boogie. The Velvets were working on material for what was to be their final album, Loaded, and the sets at Max’s consisted of both old favorites and some of the new songs.
This album (in some ways the first authorized bootleg) exists only because scene-chronicler Brigid Polk wanted to make a tape of the band for herself. She took her Sony 124 down to the club a couple of times, and on August 23rd recorded an hour and a half cassette, which makes up the bulk of the album. (Other tunes come from earlier weeks in the gig.) Strangely enough that was the last night Lou Reed was ever to play with the group; management hassles had developed and he split.
Brigid’s tape was played for lots of friends (she has extensive documentation of almost everything worth knowing about in New York), and eventually Atlantic heard about the tape and called her up. The result, with a few changes along the way, is this album.
It’s not a documentary of that last night; rather the album is arranged (by Reed and Geoff Haslam) into a fast and slow side. Why is a mystery to me–a bit of variety would’ve made an easier flowing record.
The sound is remarkably good (comparable to your better Rubber Dubber productions), and the ambience is full-blown Max’s. The album opens with Reed inviting the audience to dance, introducing a “tender folk ballad of love between man and subway,” then stomping into “Waiting For The Man.” As with most cuts on the album, the lyrics are a bit submerged, and it helps to have heard the originals. Both “Sweet Jane” and “Lonesome Cowboy Bill” suffer by comparison to the studio versions, but there’s an energy charge here that connects in some extra-musical sense … the only comparison that comes to mind is the Stones Got Live If You Want It album, where you could almost smell the sweat and electricity.
Here you have the heavily on-mike voice of a poet in the audience ordering double Pernods and trying to score downs between songs–it sounds like a put-up job, but Brigid says no. And the odor of this album is something more than English show biz, that’s for sure …
The slow side includes “Pale Blue Eyes” (a longtime favorite of mine) and “Sunday Morning” (“this is about when you’ve done something … so sad,” Reed explains). “Femme Fatale” is here, so is the sinisterly innocent, rag-timey “After Hours.”
Despite good choice of material and strong vocal work by Reed and the band (a friend who saw them live said they seemed to be the best rock band he’d ever heard), somehow the album is a bit of a letdown. Velvet fans will have to have it of course, but it’s doubtful that this album will score any retrospective sighs the way Buffalo Springfield’s Greatest Hits (or-whatever-the-hell-it-was called) did.
The Velvets occupied a special place in the history of music and the psyches of many, so this album is a welcome artifact of that time (and plus marks to Cotillion for lower price). It ain’t great, but it is good, and even though I probably won’t listen to it very much, I’ll be glad it’s there for the times when I want to. And in these days of instant throwaway records, that’s saying something good.
(But if you’re ever in New York, and you run into Brigid Polk, try to get her to play you the original tape of that last night. She says that’s how it really was.)
~ TONY GLOVER (August 3, 1972)
All tracks written by Lou Reed except as indicated.
“I’m Waiting for the Man” – 4:00
“Sweet Jane” – 4:52
“Lonesome Cowboy Bill” – 3:41
“Beginning to See the Light” – 5:00
“I’ll Be Your Mirror” – 1:55
“Pale Blue Eyes” – 5:38
“Sunday Morning” (Reed, John Cale) – 2:43
“New Age” – 5:58
“Femme Fatale” – 2:29
“After Hours” – 2:05
2004 reissue edition
“I’m Waiting for the Man” – 5:50
“White Light/White Heat” – 6:07
“I’m Set Free” – 5:33
“Sweet Jane” (Version 1) – 6:18
“Lonesome Cowboy Bill” (Version 1) – 4:41
“New Age” – 6:44
“Beginning to See the Light” – 5:40
“Who Loves the Sun” – 2:17
“Sweet Jane” (Version 2) – 5:58
“I’ll Be Your Mirror” – 3:02
“Pale Blue Eyes” – 7:10
“Candy Says” – 5:48
“Sunday Morning” (Reed, Cale) – 3:48
“After Hours” – 2:50
“Femme Fatale” – 4:07
“Some Kinda Love” – 11:22
“Lonesome Cowboy Bill” (Version 2) – 5:00
Atlantic release promo (hidden track) – 0:49