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...disco track; and it seems appropriate at this point to write a little in defense of disco. Disco never got much of a press, expect from people like Time; Rolling Stone ran a disco issue at the insistence of publisher Jan Wenner, whom Jagger once described to Chet Flippo as "that cunt of a boss of yours," but it went over like a suckling pig at Passover. Rock critics have always worn their contempt for disco as a sort of cachet of superior taste, and it's always seemed more than a little unfair, particularly because: a) disco...
This kind of dry riposte is the Brinkley trademark. Faced with the task of making news during a lull in last month's Democratic Convention, Brinkley drolly noted the "rampant inactivity on the floor." The convention was the 14th that he has covered since 1956, when he and Chet Huntley launched their evening news program. Before long, an estimated 20 million people were watching Huntley-Brinkley and their innovative presentation. Recalls Brinkley: "We sort of set the form of TV news as it persists to this day. A story or two, or three; somebody setting them up and then...
...disco track; and it seems appropriate at this point to write a little in defense of disco. Disco never got much of a press, except from people like Time; Rolling Stone ran a disco issue at the insistence of publisher Jann Wenner, who Jagger once described to Chet Flippo as "that cunt of a boss of yours," but it went over like a suckling pig at Passover. Rock critics have always worn their contempt for disco as a sort of cachet of superior taste, and it's always seemed more than a little unfair, particularly because: a) disco...
...What of it? It doesn't matter if nobody wants Keith Richards living next door. The Rolling Stones exist on stage; it's the persona, not the person, that's germane to art, and "kiss-and-tell" histories like Up and Down are supremely irrelevant. As Jagger once told Chet Flippo, "It's the attitude." The endless "Midnight Rambler," rambling forever on Get Yer YaYas Out; those spectral opening chords in "Gimme Shelter," music of nothingness played on the frets of your intestines; the way a song like "Sweet Virginia" talks about the shit on your shoes, there is shit...
...Chet Walker...