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...might call them predictable--with a steady bass company and a highly-amplified guitar sound, usually controlled just short of distortion. They are not virtuosos in the mold of Cream members with their constant technical competition. Their compositions are hardly artistic innovations, either, with lyrical themes which don't stray far from the classic rock and roll love-them-and-leave-them (and occasionally be left by them) basics. But they are musicians who produce a great original sound and, in this age of the art rock and the message rock that you need a bookshelf full of mystical treatises...
...those weeks where it does not pay to stray far beyond the borders of Harvard if you want good jazz. What more could you ask for than Betty Carter and Dizzy Gillespie playing in the friendly confines of Mather House? They are here as part of the Artists in Residence program of the Office of the Arts. The program presents a great opportunity for musicians and music lovers to listen to Carter and Gillespie teach, sing and play. They will be conducting a master class today at 2 p.m. in the Mather House dining room, and again tomorrow...
...make matters worse for anyone who dared to stray from the overheated confines of a Harvard dorm, freezing cold followed the day of rain, and turned most streets and sidewalks into rough approximations of Watson Rink...
...sings about his "Mexican dove." Usually, his vocals are sincere if methodical; he's more a hoe tilling the soil than a barreling steamroller. But his range is severely limited, and it shows here as his voice cracks reaching for a high note. Still, Browne's decision to stray his Southern California roots to try a Mexican ballad demonstrates a willingness to take artistic risks. Too bad his sensitivity is lost in a flamenco format...
LONDON is a deceiver. On an ordinary street the houses can suddenly close in and stop abruptly with a fence. Stray dogs and debris wander into the blocked street. Beyond it is another district, perhaps with a small church or some woods. But the map, marked by intersecting lines, gives no hint of a dead end, no whisper of a pocket of the city which is so neatly hidden. There is nothing to do on such streets but go back or remain trapped, feeling cheated by the map and your imagination...