Word: musicalization
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Boston does not make the kind of music that moves writers to darken the page with excerpted lyrics that snake through the columns like trenches. Scholz himself admits, "I never thought I was too good with lyrics," and the results of his struggles are at best serviceable ("And it gets harder every day for me/ To hide behind this dream you see/ A man I'll never be"). It's the music that is, well, if not wholly memorable, at least for the moment unique...
...start with a strong melodic hook-sometimes tough, sometimes close to lilting-then build in volume and intensity, the instruments laying under and layering on one another until the song shatters around your ears like a sheet of glass falling off a fast-moving truck. This is heavy-metal music with easy-listening inflections, rock fierce enough for the FM stations, flighty enough to fit right into Top 40 AM radio...
...Power guitars, the harmony vocals and the double-guitar leads." He was heavily influenced by "raunchy stuff, like Cream and Led Zeppelin." He first heard a dual-guitar harmony on an old Zep cut, How Many More Times, and expanded the Boston sound from there. But Scholz slips his music through so many acoustical refinements that the result is one part raw energy, another part applied science. "I was really annoyed about the first album," Scholz told TIME's Jeff Melvoin. "My primary love of the sounds of rock 'n' roll-guitars-didn't come through...
...they weren't bad. Willie Nelson's slightly nasal baritone complemented Rosalynn Carter's soft soprano, and the crowd clapped rousingly to the music. The First Lady had no trouble with the lyrics since both she and Jimmy know Nelson's hits by heart. The setting was the White House lawn, where Nelson, the king of outlaw country, put on a stompin' good show last week. The most eye-opening song of the evening: Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mother. The President himself, a stock car racing buff and Nelson...
...know where their idol lay. He had sung to them when the world was fresh and bright, and he had kept singing when the greyness of middle-age rose all around, but finally he was silent, and they were left to face the future without the reassurance of his music. After visiting the grave most of the women visited Elvis shops, as though Elvis ash trays and posters and glasses would fill the void. They came away with armfuls of souvenirs...