Closer to the Bone

I mentioned the Stones' "Coming Down Again" in my last post, as a memorable musical slice of junkie ennui; "Downtown" from Crazy Horse (I couldn't find the studio version from their debut record on You Tube, and went with a live version with Neil Young) cuts closer to the bone. "Sure enough they'll be selling stuff when the moon begins to rise/Pretty bad when you're dealing with The Man/And the light shines in your eyes": tough stuff from the late Danny Whitten. Compared to both the Stones and Crazy Horse, the Velvets' "Heroin," as great as it is, reveals itself to be an Art Rock-Statement-About-Drugs instead.