Word: patty
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...shouting comes from Patti Smith, 29, an intriguing newcomer on the rock-music scene whose first album, Horses (Arista), has been climbing fast since its release in November. A few months ago, she was just another aspiring singer on Manhattan's underground nightspot circuit. Grafted to primitive three-chord rock, Smith's raw soprano and often menacing lyrics emerge in an effect that is curiously vulnerable. With her fame spreading almost as suddenly as the sales of her album, some music executives see Smith as a potential Janis Joplin. Bob Dylan has paid a benedictory visit...
...really another Joplin. Janis was big and blowsy; Patti is a somewhat haunted-looking waif who stands 5 ft. 5 in. and weighs all of 95 Ibs. Janis liked to stretch her whisky-hoarse voice into a shredding scream now and then; Patti's vivid soprano has power to spare, but she often prefers to communicate in a throaty, low chant. What she does have in common with Joplin is a throbbing emotionality and naked intensity. Says Smith: "I want every faggot, grandmother, five-year-old and Chinaman to be able to hear my music and say YEAH...
...Many of Patti's lyrics are in fact scarcely intelligible fairy tales about serpents, old rock heroes and violence. Her talk, like her lyrics, bristles with imagery that is sometimes startling, sometimes merely peculiar. "Experience piles," she says. "You go through so much pain and pleasure, and pleasure and pain again, that you learn to gauge yourself like the ocean...
Open Pores. She grew up in a small, rural community in southern New Jersey named Pitman, as a working-class kid in a family that devoured books and quoted the Bible. While her mother waited tables and her father worked in a factory, Patti kept two younger sisters and a brother occupied with fantasies of Martians and ancient Egypt...
This is a communiqué from the Gotham front: propaganda ease the long taxpaying days ahead - and a warning to the boonies that New Yorkers have not lost their greatest asset - gallows humor. The trio of Renny Temple, Patti Perkins and Len Gochman are so charming however that their hardest blow is gentlest satire. There is a visit to Cold Cash, New York's First Passionate Bank, and a chat with an ancient on a park bench who used to bet with his late wife - "Whoever goes first loses." Norman Mailer crosses the Hud son as the city-nation...