{"id":1771,"date":"2008-11-02T16:05:51","date_gmt":"2008-11-02T21:05:51","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2008-12-11T09:58:16","modified_gmt":"2008-12-11T09:58:16","slug":"lou-reed-berlin-live","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/lou-reed-berlin-live\/","title":{"rendered":"Lou Reed, <em>Berlin: Live at St. Ann&#8217;s Warehouse<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"image_block\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/media\/blogs\/rth\/ole-849_berlin_live.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"400\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"image_legend\">Get a load of those guns!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Each new release by Lou Reed promises a mix of beauty, truth, horror, and mostly unintended humor. That&#8217;s a big part of why I&#8217;ve hung in with the guy through so many stilted, hectoring albums, such as the spiritually rock-bottom <em>Rock &#8216;n Roll Heart<\/em>, the squirm-inducing <em>Mistrial<\/em>, and the critically prematurely acclaimed <em>New York<\/em>, an album that within a few years of its release played like a grainy rebroadcast of an outdated CNN current events show. <\/p>\n<p>Reed never ceases growing up in public, and when we catch him at a relatively fruitful stage in his development he&#8217;s still loaded with so many rough edges that even his most ardent fans disagree about the fruitfulness of a given album. Reed&#8217;s 1973 rock opera, <em>Berlin<\/em>, is a good example of this. Following his breakthrough, <strong>David Bowie<\/strong>-produced <em>Transformer<\/em> album, Berlin was panned by many critics as a bloated, forced, doomfest. Rock fans hoping for a catchy hit single to follow &#8220;Take a Walk on the Wild Side&#8221; were ignored. Slowly the ornately arranged album gained a better reputation, first through its &#8220;train wreck&#8221; appeal, then perhaps, through a grudging acknowledgment that although the album is a bloated, forced, doomfest, so are hopeless relationships of the variety of the album&#8217;s down-and-out protagonists, Caroline and Jim. I never understood the appeal of mopey bands like <strong>The Smiths<\/strong>, but I do my share of moping, and in my book <em>Berlin<\/em> is as good as any album for working through a case of the bad vibrations.<\/p>\n<p>In 2006, Reed announced that he was going to perform <em>Berlin<\/em> in its entirety at Brooklyn&#8217;s St. Ann&#8217;s Warehouse with a monster band of loyal Reed contributors, including Fernando Saunders, Rob Wasserman, Antony, and one of the original <em>Berlin<\/em> guitarists, <strong>Steve Hunter<\/strong>, best known as half of the legendary Hunter-Wagner guitar duo from early Alice Cooper and Reed&#8217;s live <em>Rock &#8216;n Roll Animal<\/em> band! It was a night that no Reed fan within a 90-mile radius should miss, and of course I missed it. Luckily, this release is a document of that show and accompanies the release of a <strong>Julian Schnabel<\/strong>-directed DVD of the proceedings, <em>Lou Reed&#8217;s Berlin<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>This grand, hyped-up live staging of an ancient, already grandiose rock opera easily could have been a disaster as a live CD, but it&#8217;s not. The band stays true to the album&#8217;s arrangements, but minus the album&#8217;s &#8217;70s studio thud, some of the more visceral parts of the arrangements, especially Hunter&#8217;s guitar fills, are allowed to breathe. This adds a lot to the brassy numbers, like <strong>&#8220;Oh, Jim,&#8221;<\/strong> which threatens to break into a mid-70s Stones coda, and <strong>&#8220;How Do You Think It Feels,&#8221;<\/strong> one of the original album&#8217;s at-best guilty pleasures. The limited, declining quality of Reed&#8217;s voice and the need to project cuts both ways. Quiet, introspective songs that benefitted from the lush mush of <strong>Bob Ezrin<\/strong>&#8216;s cluttered studio production don&#8217;t translate as well. The biggest disappointments for me are <strong>&#8220;The Kids&#8221;<\/strong> and <strong>&#8220;Men of Good Fortune,&#8221;<\/strong> on which the live-audience performing Reed can&#8217;t manage to sound as isolated, bitter, and paranoid as he manages to sound on the album&#8217;s &#8220;head mix.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The payoff moment for me, however, is the live performance of <strong>&#8220;Sad Song,&#8221;<\/strong> always my key song on the record. Reed struggles with the tender opening lines, but all is forgiven when the bombast of the band backs up the chorus&#8217; succinct couplet, &#8220;I&#8217;m gonna stop wasting my time\/Somebody else would have broken both of her arms.&#8221; The care Reed, Ezrin, and the band take in preserving the album&#8217;s arrangements make this affair work as a night of finally fulfilled rock opera.<\/p>\n<p><em>This album is now playing in streaming audio on Phawker Radio. Click the link at the top of this entry to link to Phawker.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Get a load of those guns! Each new release by Lou Reed promises a mix of beauty, truth, horror, and mostly unintended humor. 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