But if the energy of early rock and roll is bound up in the realization of personal autonomy, this music is about beginning to discover that autonomy carries with it identifiable powers and--these sometimes take a while to come to the surface--responsibilities. Often it's quite delighted with its incipient maturity. And that doesn't sound silly at all.
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But it's perfect and full of pleasure; it does what it sets out to do almost without a bad second except for "Let the Wind Blow," each of the 11 tunes--total time: ends before you wish it would. And what does it set out to do? To convey the troubled innocence of the Beach Boys through a time of attractive but perilous psychedelic sturm und drang.
Its method is whimsy, candor, and carefully modulated amateurishness, all of which comes through as humor. Tell me, what other pop seer was inspired enough to cover a Stevie Wonder song in ? Perhaps they're too precisely performed, but I'm not going to complain.
Jim portends Loggins, Richie portends Poco, Stevie portends Manassas, and Neil portends both genius and portentousness--ain't hindsight grand? This is a seminal record, the original studio-hopping sessionman El Lay elpee, and except for Neil's "Broken Arrow"--which portends Harvest --represents some of the best singing, playing, and songwriting any of the principals ever did. But only Neil's "Mr.
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Soul" entirely transcends the professional care of the production. But this April '67 failure suffers from two related '67 maladies: pretentiousness and self-expression. David Crosby's "Mind Garden" is a completely unlistenable acid meander, while four three too many innocuous folk-rock cum countryrock tunes by Chris Hillman are a familiar-sounding example of how an uninteresting self does its number. I mean, they can do it all--self-pitying wimp harmonies, blooze-based bombast, stupid poetry, complaints that the organ-grinder's monkey has strangled on his chain, and a keyboard player who will eventually back James Taylor.
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Low point: six minutes plus of Tom Paxton's "Mr. Blue," alternately declaimed over funereal drums and speeded up to your basic Doors tempo. Oh wow. All this is salvaged, theoretically, by the politics, but the cocky, petulant, yet strangely attractive vocals never quite succeed in making callow belligerence seem an unmitigated virtue. Not all of the tracks sound inspired, but on a collection that includes the title cut, "Respect," "Dr. The six tunes on the other side aren't bad as tunes, but they were recorded before Arlo learned how to sing.
One-sided masterpiece. Graham Nash has never made more sense--the only mystery about this record is why it was good for only one hit single. Now I think I was closer the first time.
Meltzer tells me--and then places its release in early because it came out the day before a well-remembered abortion. All wrong. Here he counterposes a background-music feel and a delightful panoply of studio effects against his own winning skepticism and the incipient Jaggerishness of his pseudo-Johnny Mathis vocals. Perhaps because it retains so much humor, his battle cry--"We're all normal and we want our freedom"--hasn't dated, the melodies really hang in there, and only Steely Dan has ever attempted a record so simultaneously MOR and anti-MOR.
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A- MOBY GRAPE Columbia The country-rock harbingers, especially on side two, are depressing at first, but you realize soon enough that this stands as a classic pop rock and roll record, recalling a time when "pop" was a concept conducive to the kind of raving intensity three guitars and five voices tuned all the way up are or were good for.
But as rock and roll it's a moderately amusing novelty record, much too obvious in its satire, with harmonies and time changes that presage Yes and Jethro Tull rather than ELP and the Moody Blues. Best cut: "Call Any Vegetable. My own personal favorite--probably among my five most-played LPs--is The Immortal Otis Redding , which showcases the unduplicated warmth, tenderness, and humor of his ballad singing.
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By contrast, this one--cut basically as a novelty, with the two singers in the studio, according to the story, on separate days--is pretty ephemeral. Vintage Otis, that's all; Carla Thomas was never anything special, but with Redding counterposing his rhythms, she sounds like she could scat with Satch himself well, almost. Enormously vivacious, catchier and funnier that most soul music, and I know several people who would kill me if I didn't include it.
Pepper appeared only nine months after Revolver and was followed by Christmas's Magical Mystery Tour , and the Stones released three albums. It was alright as long as [they] stayed in Greenwich Village or on the south side of 42nd Street… But now that their underground has surfaced on West 57th Street and taken over a theatre with carpets… it is a time for permissive adults to stop winking at their too-precocious pranks.
Warhol made the profligacy of footage the central fact of all his early films, and he advertised his indifference to direction, photography and lighting. He simply turned the camera on and walked away. It was while doing publicity on The Wild Angels that Fonda first conceived of what was to become Easy Rider and proposed Hopper as the director and co-writer.
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For all its belatedness though it was still arguably the first film of its kind , The Trip nevertheless disconcerted establishment critics, like Crowther, whose New York Times review spoke very obviously to an audience assumed to have no direct personal experience with LSD. Crowther himself treated the film as a type of advertisement for psychedelic experience and, writing from somewhere on-high so to speak , dismissed the film for its incomprehensibility and lack of developmental structure. Or is this simply making a show with adroitly staged fantasy episodes and good colour photography effect?
Arguably the Trip represented the first of a series of major assaults along with films like Bonnie and Clyde and Easy Rider upon established attitudes around cultural permission and cultural authority that went on to cause something of a revolution in American life, not as a fringe phenomenon, but at the core of the culture industry itself, producing a seismic shift over half a decade in the operations of the Hollywood studio system. What we see, too, is that for the first time independent cinema spoke beyond the theoretical confines of the arthouse cinema to an actual process of generation and social change — more so, even, than avowedly militant and avantgarde cinema had been able to do.
It was this aspect of the showbiz morality tale that Ebert and Meyer chose to exploit and satirise in their anti-sequel for which Fox was successfully sued by Susann for damages to her reputation as an author. Corman and Meyer made money and brought in younger audiences by filling cinema screens with sex and violence and so have come to be hailed as pioneers but the directors of the American New Wave did much the same and yet produced art rather than the grubby, stupid and lacklustre nonsense that we have come to associate with Corman and Meyer.
As such, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls , with its convoluted celebrity soap-operatic plot and post-Manson Killings climax Sharon Tate starred in the original , can be regarded as a highly ambiguous melodramatic satire on the pervasive social and economic logic of melodrama — not least because it poses as a sequel. It is, to paraphrase Marx, the tragedy of American social history repeated as moralistic farce. Brian De Palma and Robert De Niro first collaborated on a black and white student film, co-directed with Wilford Leach, entitled The Wedding Party , shot in but not released until At the same time I am evolving it.
Winn nevertheless went on to receive the Best Actress award for her role at the Cannes Film Festival. As Townshend expressed it in an interview with Rolling Stone :. You need the illusions until you reach very pure saintly states. When you lose all contact with your illusory state, you become totally dead — but totally aware.
At no point in the film does Russell ask his audience to suspend disbelief. It is rather as if he is daring us to do the contrary: to believe in our disbelief. If there is an ambivalence within the film, perhaps it derives from this, from the always provisional and contingent character of any critique of spectacularism.
You do not analyse this movie. It is not an imitation of old Hollywood B pictures and dopers. It is a meditation on them.