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...names you see in print a lot now. The New York Review of Books serializes Edward Gorey's stealthily demented drawings. John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch and Frank O'Hara are lumped into what is termed the New York School of poets, since they stay around there without grudging its riff-raff. And, besides the memoir of Lang, Alison Lurie has written novels about middle America. No one picked up on V.R. Lang's work until her husband and Lurie decided to collect a few poems and plays. Lurie, in particular, seems to feel that death cheated Lang...
Despite Rocky's body magic, the insatiable Frank proceeds to seduce both Janet and Brad. These indelicacies are mimed in silhouette behind a scrim. Assorted voyeurs and participants include a hunchbacked butler, Riff-Raff (Ritz O'Brien, stage name of Richard O'Brien) and girl slaves...
...reported riff between Kissinger and Melvin Laird, one of Ford's closest associates and reportedly the man who convinced Ford to pick Rockefeller (a choice that was urged by Kissinger, too), will play some role in how well Kissinger fits in to Ford's game plan. However, reports that Laird, still seething from Kissinger's reputed efforts to lessen Laird's hand in the Nixon administration, intends to try to persuade Ford to ease Kissinger into a completely subservient position seem exaggerated...
There's nothing difficult about these songs; they've got volume, crispness, precision, but no life. In fact, nothing really happens until midway through "My Wife," when Townshend finds a riff he can work on, Moon and Entwhistle lock into a solid rhythm and Daltry sees fit to chant "keep on movin'" over the top of it all. It brings a noticeable surge in intensity. "My Generation" is similarly structured and similarly extended, but awkward because it no longer incorporates pieces of Tommy. Townshend resurrects it by adding a simple solo to the break...
...Morrison communicated in low guttural sounds here he communicates imagery as though by ellipsis repeating "Way out in the distance/Cable cars/And I hear the church bells chime." I suspect this passage is ad libbed, yet it is the vision's essence. The band stretches out over a basic bass riff, everybody taking off at once, three instruments for every phrase, bare unity. Platania and Labes weave phrases, while the vibes hold a mood. The album's finest moment is Morrison's coaxing of the bassman into a riff he verbalizes, once, twice, three times before the bass picks...