From N.Y. Loft To Hayloft - The Country Rock Transmogrification Of Doug Yule

Warhol's rejected original serigraph cover

As it's Christmas [Huh? - Ed.] what could be more Yulish than a piece on Doug Yule? Huh? Hoo hah?

His solo album was infamously hijacked by the record company [BOOOOO! - Ed.] and marketed as Velvets product - bad idea. As a solo album it don't stink, rubbing scuffed shoulders wit' Hackamore Brick and Da Fift' Avenoo Band,  but as a Velvets album, it's more P.U. than V.U. [oh, very clever - you should get paid for this shit - Ed.].

Anyhoo, Doug made a very brave and rare step from the small interiors of New York to the great outdoors of Californy when he joined Eric Kaz, Craig Fuller, and Steve Katz [Foamfeatured antecedently - Ed.] in the unlikely supergroup American Flyer. You'd of thought, right, that what with George Martin [U.K. comedy album producer - Ed.] at the helm, they'd of been large, by George!

In spite of waxing up a couple of swell long-playing records, the group was an underachiever, and it's my guess - NO! COME BACK! - that it was down to the guys being regular-type Joes. All the A-list country rock bands consisted of military-grade asshats, and it's that coke-fueled vicious ego antagonism which produces great music. This is just pretty damn fine music, which should be pretty damn fine enough for you, pally.