The Beach Boys and the Beatles are filling up the airwaves, but
halfway between California and Liverpool, another band is putting
together a sound that will change rock ‘n’ roll forever. Andy Warhol
discovers the Velvet Underground in a little tourist bar in New York,
and he soon becomes the producer for this group whose songs aren’t so
much about girls and hot rods but shooting up, alternative
lifestyles, and the melancholy after the party. It’s the late
sixties, but not quite everything is flower power. The radio wants
nothing to do with the Velvets, but the cool kids know who they are,
and the enormous influence of this short-lived band has yet to abate.
