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Holy Trinity

How a Jew, a WASP, and a Catholic found the perfect religious balance and made the Velvet Underground one of the greatest rock bands in history

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The song goes on to describe Warhol, who sponsored and promoted the Velvet Underground early on in their career, pestering Reed to write more songs, repeating again and again that work was the only acceptable human condition. No wonder that a boy reared on ritual and iconography grew up to create commercial, colorful work that turned the detritus of pop culture into sacred objects of reverence.

But Warhol alone was not enough. The problem with Warhol—evident in each of his paintings and sculptures and movies and quips—is that there are no emotional boreholes lying beneath the arid surface of concept and artifice. And rock, Warhol knew, was the music of emotion; it was one thing to shoot eight hours and five minutes of the Empire State Building and call it a movie, but as soon as guitars and drums are involved, passion should be as well.

His first passionate disciple was John Cale. Born in Wales, the quiet, artistic youth had had just the kind of monstrous childhood that tends to turn people into either perverts or pioneers. Here he is, in his autobiography, about being a boy:

Each time I walked up the path in the growing dark I had to pass the local church, which, being the largest in the area, harboured a Rushworth and Draper organ for the High Church services held every Sunday. When I was twelve, wearing regulation schoolboy’s trousers, I was sexually molested by the organist. He was giving me special lessons in how to play and sing hymns. … The way into the organ loft was narrow and, once in, you could not easily get out. If you were there with the organ tutor, it was even more cramped. When you have lessons there is often attention given to your footwork and its accuracy in playing certain set pieces for examinations. He was trying to grab me and jerk me off, and in those short pants it was hard to avoid. It was distasteful and difficult to deal with. It lasted one spring and summer, and it certainly took care of my religious sensibility.

There are many remarkable things about this passage: its quiet, reserved tone, its sense of understated torment. But most striking of all is the fact that Cale remembers just what sort of organ it was that he’d played, remembers not as a traumatized victim holding on to detail but as a consummate musician thinking about his instrument even as he’s being raped in a musty room. And this is exactly what his music sounds like: incredibly controlled, with some eerie sense of dread thudding in the background. You can hear it best in Fragments of a Rainy Season, his stunning 1992 live performance in which beautiful and measured piano songs break down into thumps and screams only to regain their composure almost immediately. Although most of the Velvet Underground’s songs were written by Lou Reed, it is impossible to imagine the band’s sound without that electric viola, without Cale’s grace.

And then there’s Lou Reed. Born Lewis Allan Reed in Brooklyn, he was 14 when his parents dragged him to receive electroconvulsive therapy designed to fry away his homosexual urges. “They put the thing down your throat so you don’t swallow your tongue,” he recalled in an interview years later, “and they put electrodes on your head. That’s what was recommended in Rockland County to discourage homosexual feelings. The effect is that you lose your memory and become a vegetable. You can’t read a book because you get to page 17 and have to go right back to page one again.”

Instead of reading books, Reed wrote songs, and his anger dripped into each line and chord. It was a particularly Jewish anger, the anger of someone who grew up in a community so eager to belong to society at large that the slightest touch of deviancy called for severe measures, the anger of someone who had come of age pinched by a litany of laws. Even when he finally managed to escape to Manhattan, he sought the kind of safety and security that reflects his middle-class, suburban, Jewish upbringing and became the in-house songwriter for the very commercial Pickwick Records, where he wrote soundalike albums. He later described the tenure as being “a poor man’s Carole King.”

Warhol and Cale gave Reed the background he needed, musically, artistically, and commercially. So much of Reed’s rage is made airy by Cale’s arrangements, and so much of his bitterness dissolves. By himself, Reed is frequently excellent, but he is also very hard to take because he is a bard of impotent fury, writing songs about beautiful losers hopelessly challenging social conventions they would never, ever change. But add Cale to the mix, and the frustrations turn sublime. Add Warhol, too, and the whole package is ethereal. The angry Jew, the repressed and damaged WASP, the anxious Catholic, each brought his own demons into the studio and, to everyone’s delight, the demons all played well together.

Which is why “Heroin” was, in retrospect, a great choice of a song for drugs and dirty deeds alike. Sex and intoxication both appeal to us so much because they are emotions we can never really understand, in retrospect, when we’re sober and dressed. They’re ecstatic, which means that they leave us, as we partake in them, vulnerable and victorious at the same time, very confused and very much in need of candor. It takes more than one religion to supply this kind of emotional honesty. It takes three. Luckily for the Velvet Underground, the ecumenical stars were all aligned.

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Not buying it. To narrow the VU down to these three kind flattens things – don’t you think the band would be different without the other two musicians. Plus, I don’t really believe that Warhol had that much input. And Lou Reed’s anger – Jewish anger no less? Is “I’ll Be Your Mirror” an angry song? Or “Sunday Morning”? Warhol’s favorite song was “All Tomorrow’s Parties” – is that an angry song or an angry Jewish song (whatever that is)?

Gaby Charing says:

The Welsh aren’t Anglo-Saxons and John Cale isn’t a WASP!

Christopher Rushlau says:

Quite frankly, I don’t see what any of this has to do with Israel.

Phillip Schreibman says:

Liel knows next to nothing about the Velvet Underground and absolutely nothing about how rock music is made. This is a really stupid article by an ignorant person who thinks it’s more important to make some silly point than it is to have the facts. Where does Lou Reed’s song “JESUS” fit into the Jewish angle? Perhaps the opening lines of “SWEET JANE” (“Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand…”) refer to the eternal wanderings of the Chosen People? Feh!

I loved this piece – beautifully written and fascinating to compare the religious upbringings of the three central VU folks. I can completely see how the confluence of war, drugs, and your hormones made for a life-changing experience of “heroin” – which is an iconic and profoundly evocative song in its own rite. I disagree with your detractors, except I would like to know a little more about what makes Reed’s anger so Jewish. Maybe the topic of another piece?

M. Brukhes says:

Liel Leibovitz writes, “Unless you’ve done drugs, or listened to the Velvet Underground, or done both simultaneously, or done both simultaneously when you were almost 14 and with Iraqi Scuds making their final pre-flight preparations en route to your neighborhood, you just won’t get how holy and filthy it felt…”

Indeed, if I haven’t experienced exactly what you have experience, Mr. Leibovitz, I can’t know what you’ve felt–it’s YOUR responsibility as a writer to explain that to me.

TABLET magazine, you run many interesting articles about many interesting subjects, but as a rule your writing on popular music SUCKS!

Wow, Mr. Liebowitz– what a brave and brilliant piece!

If Leibovitz was familiar enough with John Cale’s biography to cite his having been sexually assaulted as a boy in church, he should be familiar enough to realize that Cale is not an Anglo-Saxon, but Welsh. The Welsh are a distinct ethnic group whose culture and language has long been suppressed by the Anglo-Saxons (often as a matter of government policy.) Cale grew up in Wales and Welsh is his first language– he only started learning English when he started school.

Furthermore, the only distinctly Jewish anger in Lou Reed’s song repertoire that comes to mind is “Good Evening, Mr. Waldheim” from his 1988 solo album, NEW YORK.

This is pretty stupid because you try to make it seem as if the personal issues these people had were somehow related to their religious backgrounds.

Lou Reed’s problems – as you describe them – were not particularly Jewish. Nor were Cale’s Protestant.

I can only assume that you wanted to write about The Velvet Underground but since you’re writing for Tablet you had to give it a Jewish angle no matter how strained.

I love examining and I conceive this website got some genuinely utilitarian stuff on it! .

Not sure why we are reading about your nostalgia.

As for the velvet underground, in general they can’t play their instruments or sing — but if anything “Loaded” is a far better album than their self-titled album both musical performance wise and for its songs.

On the other hand I’m glad the only cassette you had was VU and not Mashina or we’d probably be reading why THEY are the greatest rock band.

Keep working at writing, you’ll get better.

Liel, am sitting in Tel Aviv reading your piece and at the end I say to myself, what a great trip I just took reading your piece ostensibly on Lou Reed but so much more. Consider me a new fan.

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Holy Trinity

How a Jew, a WASP, and a Catholic found the perfect religious balance and made the Velvet Underground one of the greatest rock bands in history

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