After all, Reed had been performing artistic salchows with impressive consistency since his recording career began eight years before. As anyone except Lou could have predicted, it bombed miserably. Walking into the RCA building in Gramercy Park and shooting up the place would have been bad PR, so he did the next best thing. Hendrix was one of the great guitar players, but I was better. But that's only because I wanted to do a certain thing and the thing I wanted to do that blew his mind is the thing I've finally got done that I'll stick on RCA when the rock 'n' roll shit gets taken care of.
Corporate logic is a wonderful thing.
The Amine b Ring stole its way into the record stores of America. Somewhere around 150,000 copies were sold. Look, I'm as strong an adherent of consumer rights as anyone this side of that dude who came within a couple hundred million votes of the presidency last year. Scams and con jobs played off by charlatans preying on the weak and the gullible leave me quivering with barely-contained outrage. But one can't help fearing that in this instance, Mr. Reed may have gone farther than his audience will willingly follow.