I find I like lou reed in print and song more then in interviews teaming with reality like bacteria.  The reality of his lisp and the reality of the interviewers glowering over it.

Its still entertaining,  Just not as entertaining as first listeing to lou reed, to first reading about the violent child turned man who roamed new york, dangerous, fucking with peoples heads, feeding them drugs just to cruelly play with their thoughts and emotions.  Of course that was all in a book written by warhol, what did i expect.