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Shortly before his death in 1980, Lennon recorded the unfinished tune--a slight hymn to deliverance, with the structure of his 1964 This Boy and the feel of his 1970 post-Beatles Love--on a low-fi home cassette, which Yoko Ono Lennon turned over to her husband's old chums. "It had hums, hisses and clicks that had to be removed," says pop maestro Jeff Lynne, formerly of Electric Light Orchestra, who produced this year's eerie session. "But that was the easy part. The hard part was getting the Beatles to play together along with him." Once they...
...seventies, Robert may be single, but he's never alone for long. He has his pick of women, though none seem to be "The One." In one particularly amusing scene, he beds a pixellated stewardress named April (Lizzy Marlantes), while his married female friends sing "Poor Baby," a mournful hymn about the torments of bachleorhood. As "the Wives" sing, the happily uncommitted couple rocks the night away in Robert's electric-blue, satin water bed. (Whether it was actually a waterbed is debatable, but it should have been...
With the Simpson verdict and with the country about to turn the autumn corner into the 1996 presidential election, I keep returning to the sentiment that Americans could find, if they were looking, in the old hymn "Lord, plant my feet on higher ground." King was right: The content of one's character, not the color of one's skin, is what matters. Stop defining people by color, by groups (blacks, whites, Asians, gays). Stop practicing the politics of tribal identity. But you would have to rescind a universe of political correctness and poisonous identity politics in order to restore...
...church door. With wildly wobbling knees but a dizzyingly sure tongue, she rattles off an ever accelerating catalog of reasons why she shouldn't walk down the aisle. And Robert Westenberg, contemplating Robert's inquiry, "You ever sorry you got married?" offers a splendid version of that bittersweet hymn to ambivalence Sorry--Grateful. Westenberg vindicates the suspicion of those who (overlooking the cheesy arrangement of the original-cast recording) have long viewed this as one of Sondheim's most touching songs...
...that she considered her crowning works, she uses cartoonish labels to sew the message together. In Cathedrals of Wall Street, 1939, Eleanor Roosevelt, the woman Stettheimer most admired, is seen with Fiorello La Guardia and a contingent of drum majorettes, Marine musicians and Salvation Army choristers belting out a hymn: New York, New Deal and capitalism resplendent in gold, all presided over by George Washington. You couldn't get more American than this, unless you were Norman Rockwell. One supposes that when Florine Stettheimer died, the pearly gates must have looked just like that...