Not that it mattered, because Lou Reed had a lifetime pass for his work with the Velvet Underground, bug as it turned out, Magic and Loss was the last time I felt any kind of personal connection to a Lou Reed album.
And while he never really stopped working — in the mid-1990s he turned his attention to live albums, opera, meditation albums and, er, Metallica — he only produced two more true solo albums, 1996’s Set The Twilight Reeling, and 2000’s Ecstacy, which featured perhaps the worst best album cover of all of his shitty album covers, a selfie of Lou coming.