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...work suggests a group portrait: one vast, remarkable family, with genetic similarities more noticeable than the vagrant differences in individual ambition, audacity or achievement. Each sibling carries his or her own snapshots: the weary hostility that spills across a kitchen table in The Merchant of Four Seasons; the riff of revenge in The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant when a quiet young woman walks out on her longtime dominatrix to the bluesy strains of The Great Pretender; the logger-heading of fear and desire in a dozen Fassbinder movies, where the lighting is lurid, the sound track crackles with...
Cheever, 69, has sensibly not tried to top himself. Oh What a Paradise It Seems stakes out neutral territory. Too long to be a story and too short to be a novel, it seems instead a coda to other works, a spontaneous riff on some people, places and things that have appeared elsewhere in Cheever's fiction. The hero could be (but is not) one of those stubborn old Yankee Wapshots. The settings range from New York City to a declining country village, with the hint of suburban Bullet Parks and Shady Hills sprawling in between. And the plot...
...four notes, which lead singer Bono produces with an almost yodeling quality to his voice. In "Is that all?" Bono seems to be rejecting pat classification. "You think this song makes me angry...Is that all?" But the guitar played by the Edge sounds distinctly like the Clash riff from "Running," and the guitarist's name follows the tradition of the Police's Sting. Their respective riffs and even bass line give away U2's origins, nowhere else but New Wave. Yet, the drums Larry beats so maniacally in "I threw a brick" echo, and Adam Clayton's piano filters...
...Stones absolutely tore up the Hartford Civic Center Monday night with a slashing two-and-a-half-hour set that was simply too magnificent to be broken down and analyzed song by song. From the opening riff of "Under My Thumb" to the final grunt of "Satisfaction," the old men of white R and B proved that they still command the most powerful live punch of anyone on the concert hall stage...
...never knew in the first place where these guys actually came from. As Dalton quickly proves, you can't understand the group unless you're aware of a history that goes back beyond "Brown Sugar," beyond "Honky Tonk Woman," into the murky period before "Satisfaction" was even an embryonic riff ringing from Keef's Stratocaster...