Word: harpe
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...other as they are elegantly superior to much of what rock has produced in the past year or two. Part of the credit for that must go to John's favorite arranger, Paul Buckmaster, 24, whose deft classical touches-sweeping strings and poignant little solos by oboe and harp, for example-lend both drama and restraint to John's big beat. The first album is already in Billboard's top 25. Tumbleweed, earthier and more direct, ought to be one of the big hits of 1971. John's first U.S. tour-last week...
Inside the aged brick walls and wrought iron gates enclosing the buildings and grounds, these days seem to settle back down into something reminiscent of small Southern towns at the turn of the century: a kazoo-and-jew's harp band winds its way through sultry afternoon gatherings, while dogs run squirrels up trees and stray couples sit or lay spaced out over the lawns beneath the branches...
Robbie Robertson, the group's lead guitarist, is not only one of the best lyricists in rock, he is far and away the greatest storyteller. In Daniel and the Sacred Harp, he spins an almost biblical allegory about a boy named Daniel who covets a sacred harp, arranges to obtain it by means devious and mysterious, and when it finally comes into his possession, finds that he has "won the harp" but "lost in sin." His fate is proved to him when "he looked to the ground" and "noticed no shadow did he cast." Robbie also turns his hand...
...Plot. Ostensibly the last of the 19 LPs turned out by the Beatles in the extraordinary six years of their fame, Let It Be is also one of their worst. The Long Winding Road, for example, with Spector's broad-brushed addition of strings, harp and choir, is outright embarrassing. Most of the takes were recorded in early 1969 during the shooting of a Beatles film happening, also called Let It Be. While the film (to be released this week in the U.S.) has no plot, its basic theme appears to be "a day in the recording life...
...beginning, there was total darkness. Then charts blinked blindingly on and off five screens as an electronic-music sound track filled the New York Hilton ballroom with Tarzanlike cries, boos and whistles. Next, harp music played while the screens flashed images of the sybaritic life-money, an island sunset, girls. Finally, a slender, gold-shirted young man with flowing sideburns mounted the podium. To belt out a rock paean to hedonism? No, to denounce the Securities and Exchange Commission for not sufficiently analyzing the economic impact of its regulatory decisions...