The Last Musical Hurrah: Jazz and Pop Singing and the Onslaught of Rock. The title alone should give you some idea of the subject matter. To elaborate just a bit, it is about the impact of the tsunami of rock and roll as it swept across the land circa 1955-'65 and all but obliterated the half-century of songwriting achievements of such as the Gershwins, Porter, Berlin, et al that had come before. A body of work that has since come to be called, collectively, The Great American Songbook. "There's scarcely a lemon in this 250-singer lot (circa 1955-'65. And, to think, they did it all without...
The Last Musical Hurrah: Jazz and Pop Singing and the Onslaught of Rock. The title alone should give you some idea of the subject matter. To elaborate...
Bill Reed has been active in various fields of journalism from the time he was barely out of short pants and Buster Brown Shoes. He has seldom experienced writer's block and is unaware of time passing when he is engaged in scribbling, to employ a Boswell-ian description of the act of putting pen to paper. THUS the title of this volume.
Bill Reed has been active in various fields of journalism from the time he was barely out of short pants and Buster Brown Shoes. He has seldom experie...
David Ehrenstein's writing career began in 1965 with an Andy Warhol interview, published in -Film Comment- in 1966. He soon began contributing to other publications such as -Film Culture, - -December- magazine and the -Village Voice.- In 1976 he moved to Los Angeles and began work as a film critic and entertainment journalist for the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner. During this period he also contributed to -Film Comment- and -Film Quarterly.- The Herald was one of the few newspapers in the U.S. with THREE movie critics. (Thus this book's -Third String- title.) His decade-long association with...
David Ehrenstein's writing career began in 1965 with an Andy Warhol interview, published in -Film Comment- in 1966. He soon began contributing to othe...
You know I’d never lie to you. How could I? It’s the Talls campfire and these are the oral-lit smoke trails that swirl about you, never to dribble drivel upon you. You can be sure you’ll only get what’s inner-heard. I embellish you not.
Surely you remember Wi, a name especially chosen to fit our attention spans? The world-record kidnappee, nabbee, swipee, snatchee, hoisted so many times even he’s lost count? (How about that three times in five minutes effort? That takes rare raw talent, that does.) I mean, if it wasn’t...
You know I’d never lie to you. How could I? It’s the Talls campfire and these are the oral-lit smoke trails that swirl about you,...