It’s four o’clock in the morning, the night is saturated with a drizzling rain, and I’m somewhere outside of Frankfurt in Germany, sitting in a mobile recording truck parked behind a concert hall. The beer ran out a couple of hours earlier, so now it’s just me, the engineer, and Lou Reed, along with a couple of grey plastic heads and a set of earphones. Lou’s got the earphones on and he’s laughing to himself. He pulls them off his head and hands them to me.

"Fantastic, listen*” he says. I slip on the phones, and close my eyes. The sound of Lou’s sqll-out concert three hours earlier hits my ears, But it’s not just the playback of a live recording, there’s something different in the sound. In fact, with my eyes closed, it sounds and I feel like I’m sitting in the best seat in the hall. The sound surrounds me, I can feel the height! of the roof above me, the chairs scraping in the row behind me, the rock and roll pouring in at me just like I was sitting in the concert hall.