I discovered the Velvet Underground in the late 1960s when I was living in New York, a shy Southern boy hopelessly out of place in the cold North at the time when Southerners were most scorned, due to our protofascistic leaders’ vicious opposition to the civil right movement.
A shy boy, alone and growing increasingly depressed, I was headed for total dysfunction. I was saved by the return to New York of one of my best friends, Jim Ash, to whom I will always be grateful.
This barbaric yawp is the most memorable song on the Velvets’ first and best album The Velvet Underground and Nico (1967), but every song on it is great except one. The tunes are memorable. The lyrics are extreme. The range of moods is amazing.
Try “There She Goes Again”:
Or how about “Run Run Run”?
And, for you fans of beautiful tall blonde girls with hypnotic low voices, how about Nico’s emotional droolfest for the lonely guy:
More can be learned about The Velvet Underground on Wikipedia. They’ve influenced lots of musicians.