Word: blendings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Lyndon Johnson sat down last May and wrote his view of the press for the 1969 Britannica Book of the Year. The result, described by L.B.J. as "the musings of a man who has seen the press only from the open end of the gun barrel," is an intriguing blend of accusation, sympathy and self-reproach...
Best of Breed. If Billstown has not changed much in the 15 years since he left, Campbell has. His voice still flows as smoothly as freshly skimmed cream, but the twang is tuned down and the phrasing is tuned up. The result is really a mild blend of pop, country, and a touch of rock. Indeed, at 30, Campbell is the most polished and successful of a whole breed of hybrid stylists-call them hip hicks or country slickers-who have invaded the pop bestseller charts in the past few years. Such others as Roger Miller, John Hartford and Jerry...
...UNWITTING alliance between Mumford and student radicals seems particularly unlikely, but fits into the pattern of Mumford's blend of eras. Mumford, the crusty scholar born in 1895, considers it a stroke of luck that he waited until the student revolt had matured to start writing his twenty-fourth volume, the second part of The Myth of the Machine (the first part appeared last year). "I'm entirely sympathetic with the students," he says bluntly. "Everything they're asking is long over...
...tingling and dignified rhapsodies, but one special word about Procul Harum. They played two flawless sets on successive nights in front of the maedow. I remember them illuminated by the silvery-pink lights of the light show in the dark heat of the night crashing out their rapturous blend of music. Gary Brooker's expansively soulful singing, Robin Trower's eerie guitar, B. J. Wilson's deftly brilliant drumming, Fisher's streaking organ, and above it all the presence of Keith Reid who writes all the words, an enigmatic intricate personality, quite possible a troubled genius. Procul Harum are sobering...
Godard is partly right; wanton flow is the film's main source of entertainment. But the melodramatic sluice-of-life interludes-based on Lionel White's novel Obsession-are what ultimately swamp the film's modest blend of whimsy and melancholy...