The first memoir by a member of the
Velvet Underground, the cult band that could, John
Cale’s perversely entertaining trip through the past
darkly will interest almost exclusively — will often only
make sense to — those already interested in his music. But
qualified readers will have a good, gossipy, sometimes
enlightening time, in spite of the book feeling somewhat
cobbled together. What’s Welsh for Zen? joins an
already substantial body of literature concerning the
Velvets and Andy Warhol’s Factory, the primordial soup in
which they formed; but Cale’s story runs back as well to
his poor childhood in Wales, London school days, an
apprenticeship in Manhattan’s classical avant-garde, and
forward through a 30-year career as a recording artist,
producer (Stooges, Modern Lovers, Patti Smith) and
composer more consistently adventurous than his more
celebrated, cranky ex-partner Lou Reed. Cale’s love-hate
relationship with Reed (whom he damns, one might say, with
great praise) is the book’s leitmotif; their latter
collaborations — the Warhol memorial Songs for Drella,
and the brief Velvet Underground reunion — seem to have
been as inevitable as they were inevitably ill-fated. Not
that Cale, who appears to have spent some time in therapy,
or anyway in a library, lets himself off the hook. He’s
honest and interestingly analytical about his own worst
impulses — his (past) drug addictions and failed
marriages, including one to designer Betsey Johnson, and
his penchant for self-sabotage — and turns a perhaps
too-critical eye on his art. But he proves remarkably good
company nevertheless.
WHAT’S WELSH FOR ZEN?: The Autobiography of John Cale| By JOHN CALE, with Victor Bockris | Bloomsbury USA | 272 pages | $25 hardcover © Robert Lloyd
2000
and 2011
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