A Bottle of Scotch and, Maybe, Some Crack

I really like it when I run across something political when I am not expecting it. Like this from Will Hermes' terrific biography of Lou Reed.

"Reed's perfect storm of honours reached a surreal pinnacle that fall when he was invited to perform at the White House  for a state dinner with President Clinton and Vaclav Havel. He'd already tasted Washington largesse in 1993 when he played the Tennessee Ball (at the behest of the rock fan VP Al Gore, or one of his staff) during the Clinton-Gore inauguration. On that occasion, Reed met Gore's moral-crusader wife, Tipper, who, by Reed's account, asked him, "How can we communicate with our children better?" Reed's first thought was to shit-can the PMRC, her pop music policing organization. "And then I thought, 'This is a pointless conversation. She doesn't mean the question; I'm not here to give her the fucking answer,'" Reed later told a journalist, recalling that he told the Second Lady something like, "We'd have to sit down and discuss something like that for a while over a bottle of scotch and, maybe, some crack."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWHNU6ZW6F8&list=PLiN-7mukU_RG01Nnc5Rkc4Bz5nIsgBfDs&index=8