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...Musically Let it Bleed is the great rock and roll masterpiece. On this album the Stones demonstrate their complete mastery of the technique of the long cut. Every song on it, and particularly "Monkey Man," goes through incredible rhythmic modulations just when the need for them is subliminally felt and each time the song comes soaring into new life and each time Richards bangs in these wildly enchanting guitar lines right on cue. And, as a special favor to me, listen to the album once through with Bill Wyman's bass in hard focus. The Stones really do have...
Most impressive were the rhythmic vivacity and metric nimbleness of the performance. They seemed to derive from the darting dance of the director, who stood, without podium or score, in the center of the semicircle of singers and lunged at each vocal line as it materalized...
There was little variety-in either melody or lyrics-and the program only hinted at her ability to handle different kinds of music. Chelsea Morning was much more rhythmic than her other songs, and succeeded in expressing the spirit and vitality of the early morning hours, as the city awakens to another day. But she's done more lively songs before, and seemed unwilling Saturday night to release herself from the laze haze or her more common style of casy-going melancholia. In Roff Kempf's Hello, Hooray, she seemed to reduce herself to a more even role...
...years ago are still plainly visible. What most worries ecologists, in fact, is man's blindness to his own utter dependency on all ecosystems, such as oceans, coastal estuaries, forests and grasslands. Those ecosystems constitute the biosphere, a vast web of interacting organisms and processes that form the rhythmic cycles and food chains in which ecosystems support one another...
...alive or dying; sex is struggling against your own selfishness and through the pain of your own thinking to find the other struggler and struggle with him. Sometimes hating the one you're fucking is the best way to love him- anyway it's violent, athletic, rhythmic, musical, and takes supe-rintellectual coordination. The final emotion is great impersonal happiness as if you had jumped off a subway run up the satires hopped onto the waiting bus which immediately leaves for the airport where the last seat is empty which you slide into just as the engines are fired...