Word: lennons
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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McCartney's roughest critic over the years was also his best friend. "He sounds like Engelbert Humperdink," said John Lennon of McCartney's first solo efforts. Later, in Lennon's remarkable album Imagine, he put it directly to Paul in How Do You Sleep?, a fierce song full of anger and injury...
...group had started its own recording and production company, Apple Records, which was also meant to serve as a kind of Ford Foundation for the counterculture. The place attracted all sorts of daytrippers, rip-off artists and weirdos. "People were robbing us and living off us," Lennon comments. "Eighteen or 20 thousand pounds a week was rolling out of Apple and nobody was doing anything about...
...band Wings tuned up at Fort Worth, the opening stop of a seven-week tour of the States, the reception was raucous rock 'n' roll. For his first U.S. performance in a decade, McCartney offered a few golden oldies from his songwriting days with John Lennon, and more than two-dozen works that he has recorded with Wings since the Beatles disbanded six years ago. It was McCartney, as much as his music, that the 14,000 Fort Worth fans had come to hear, and they delivered a 15-minute standing ovation before a note had been played...
...involving the performing arts, are par for the courses at the New School, where the curriculum more closely reflects the thinking of Phineas T. Barnum than that of James B. Conant. Humorist Lily Tomlin recently stood on her head to refresh herself while teaching a class on satire. John Lennon will be the guest lecturer this week in a course called Making It in Rock. The New School Bulletin, a catalogue that might be better titled The Best of Club Med and Esalen East, routinely offers courses like Psycho-karate, Body Language, French in Guadaloupe and the Sensuous Experience...
Station To Station could certainly have been composed in a month (much of it resembled "Fame," the hit single off Young American that took Bowie and John Lennon a scant 45 minutes to concoct) by a man suffering from terminal ennui, but I'm not complaining, well, not much anyway. The album is a testament to the efficiency of the Bowie machine. Stripped as he is here of many cherished pretentions (adrogynous messiah, apocalyptic visionary, etc.) and locked into a disco beat, Bowie can still captivate us. It's a creditable and also slightly curious accomplishment...