Word: crowding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...such a crowd. Twelve-year-olds. 40-year-olds, cab drivers and long-haired toughs. A girl in the front row waves throughout the performance, crying, 'Mick, I love you!' Some real sex now. Jagger sits on the stage, the mike stuck between his legs, singing his new song. Midnight Rambler, a raw rhapsody to rape by an intruder...
...Jagger is slight, almost frail," wrote TIME Correspondent David Whiting, "and in a howling, Dixie-rag voice he calls out, 'Hi, y'aaalll.' The crowd erupts. The Stones launch into Jumpin' Jack Flash, the guitars driving. Jagger stretching out the syllables, howling notes much like the old Bob Dylan. At the end he cries, 'Are you having a good time?' The bad guy trying to please. Then Carol, bop-bop-bop-bop, a great oldie, good times at the record hop all over again. Jagger leaps about the stage, smirking, jerking, prancing, shooting pelvic...
...read them in quick succession with an urgent, almost feminine sing-song. He stepped back from the mike for just a second after each one, flashing a sly twinkle or a sheepish shrug as the poem demanded. The crowd loved the shrugs: each one said, What the hell, sounds good, don't it? The boyishness of his manner-you got the idea that the whole role of the Coming Poet strikes him as outrageously funny-endeared him to the audience. They liked him because he is profound, but they loved him be he thinks...
...sympathize with a negative answer. Brautigan's two-and three-and four-liners are hip-pithy kernels of experiential truth. This is his uncrazy lucidity. His simpleness is so skillful that he evoked an audible response with each poem: laugher, knowing chuckles, or almost pained gasps. He maneuvered the crowd with alternating gentle satire and bitter cynicism...
After forty minutes, Brautigan said goodbye and sat down. Nobody moved. The crowd stared at Brautigan. Brautigan stared at the crowd. Both laughed. After it was clear that no one was going anywhere, Brautigan sat down to get good and smashed while some of his friends read poems (his and theirs). Brautigan came back to the mike every now and then to lead the festivities. The same poem was read by about twenty people for an experiment in sound, and five or six distinct poems, not twenty, was the result...