A few years ago, a bunch of Andy Warhol prints made their way to the Czech Museum here in Cedar Rapids (Warhol was of Czechoslovakian decent) and it provided a rare opportunity to come face to face with some of his work.
The only trouble was, the weekend of the exhibit I had to watch over my son while the wife was working. I don’t know how many of you have spent time with three-year olds, but there is no comprehension to someone of that age that looking at pieces of art qualifies as fun and that part of that “fun” would require being stationary for short periods of time, quietly reflecting on individual pieces and admiring their beauty and technique.
As influential as the Velvet Underground is, there is surprisingly little written material devoted to the N.Y.C. groundbreakers. For years, Victor Bockris and Gerard Malanga’s Uptight: The Velvet Underground Story was the best reference point available—a collection of interviews and retelling of the band’s history.
It remains as the go-to book for anyone wanting to learn more about the band and it presents the band in a warts-and-all fashion, particularly Lou Reed who is not spared from the harsh realities of truth, or at least his peer’s interpretation of it.
The Velvet Underground: New York Art takes a different approach in delivering the band’s story, as it focuses on telling it through visual methods instead of the traditional black and white prose.