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...determined to provide entertainment," Seltzer says, "even if I have to get up on stage myself and sing...
...Artists United Against Apartheid, as many as 49 performers sing on Sun City, whose title evokes a Vegas-style entertainment complex stuck improbably in a South African "homeland." Jazz (Miles Davis) is on the record. So is folk (Jackson Browne, Raitt), Latin (Ruben Blades) and reggae (Jimmy Cliff), along with the royalty of rock, both domestic (Daryl Hall) and imported (Pete Townshend, Ringo Starr). Van Zandt's original concept for a single and a dance remix has become a mini-LP of material. Among the tracks: a coruscating jazz version of Sun City by Davis, Keyboardist Herbie Hancock, Bass Player...
...What is new, however, is the sound of some of the world's best musicians putting it straight on the line. David Ruffin of the Temptations and Browne sing about "relocation to phony homelands." Cliff and Hall remember "people are dying and giving up hope," and Darlene Love jumps in with "This quiet diplomacy ain't nothing but a joke." The clincher comes with the hard challenge of Bruce Springsteen's voice, which should be some strong indication of rock's new course. Anyone ever hear Elvis Presley sing a song about Martin Luther King Jr.? On Sun City...
...Emmy proud. Elizabeth Taylor served as hostess and co- chairperson. Carol Burnett and Sammy Davis Jr. belted out a medley of show tunes. Fast-footed Hinton Battle strutted his stuff from the Broadway musical The Tap Dance Kid, and Rockers Cyndi Lauper and Rod Stewart teamed up to sing a pounding version of Time After Time. The audience was even treated to a message from Old Trouper Ronald Reagan, whose ties to Tinseltown remain close and fond...
Thus he can shape a whole evening about Evita Peron that ducks the moral dimensions of fascism and can adapt poems by T.S. Eliot without tackling any metaphysical notion more complicated than an escalator ride into the clouds. No celestial choirs appear to sing in Lloyd Webber's ears, no muse or demon seems to haunt him, and his concoctions cannot bear close logical inspection. But he can beguile even sophisticated viewers into believing for the moment that they are witnessing highflying...