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The Velvet Underground and Nico: A Symphony of Sound (Warhol, 1966)
In which Andy Warhol treats the Velvet Underground like he did the Empire State Building, testing his audience's patience with sustained footage of their noisy, seated improvisation in one of the first rock films (fittingly breaking genre rules that don't even exist yet). The racket is made more compelling by the impossibly iconic looks of all involved. And who's kid is that??? I'm retroactively scared to death for its future (and I am writing Mad Men fan fiction about it pretending it's Pete and Peggy's neglected orphan baby). To the legions of bands sitting in Bushwick, right now, honing your drone—take an hour to meet yr makers.