- 29 Mar 01
He's the best ad for chronic drug taking you'll find this side of the Betty Ford clinic.
He's the best ad for chronic drug taking you'll find this side of the Betty Ford clinic. Years of dogged abuse have failed to make a dent on the chiseled body and soul of John Cale, or maybe it's the acid trips that have pickled him forever more, leaving a vinegared visage and leathered torso as its calling card.
Cale's visits here are few and far between, so expectations run high when he decides to drop in. The bar closes for the performance, every seat in the house fills up, and a heady air of anticipation awaits his arrival on stage.
And yes, he lived up to his reputation - and then some. Watching and listening to John Cale thrash through his back catalogue, routing piano and guitar in all manner of obtuse directions, it's hard not to feel injustice on his part that, of all the VU grads, Lou Reed honks loudest for attention.