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...words: JESUS SAVES. So, appropriately, I pray to be saved, to be delivered from the tedium of the lecture halls, to be thrown out into the real world where real things happens to fleshandblood people. But soft, a voice harkens unto me: SON, FORGET IT. "It ain't so great to be on the outside," the logic flows, "stay awhile and be protected by mother Harvard." And so I remain ambivalent, undecided, shuttling in that twilight betwixt the real and the unreal...
Carolyn's plaintive outcry, Ain't No Way. Then there is Chain of Fools, with its heavy rhythm and mesmerizing chant ("Chain, chain, chain") by the harmonious quartet known as The Sweet Inspirations. AXIS: BOLD AS LOVE (Reprise). Soul gone psychedelic? Oldtime Blues Singer Muddy Waters recently sounded the death knell of his own brand of blues: "They ain't no more of our kids comin' up. They been havin' too good a time." Jimi Hendrix, whose recording this is, learned guitar from Muddy Waters records, but Muddy never taught him to pluck the strings...
...sounds of Phil Ochs were in your head and drove onward in a persistent fugue, calling to mind so many teach-ins, marches, gestures. "I ain't a marchin anymore"--"One more parade"--and you entered the Brattle; it was crowded, pulsing to some mystical rhythm, and the beautiful people were there, out of winter's woodwork for the afternoon's happening...
...holds Hair together is the score, which pulses with an insistent, primitive beat. With gleeful impertinence, the music by Gait MacDermot and the lyrics of Gerome Ragni and James Rado manage to release the pent-up yelps of the sons and daughters of the affluent society. A song like Ain't Got No ("Ain't got no class,/Ain't got no mother,/Ain't got no father,/Ain't got no culture") telegraphs the credo of the self-proclaimed have-nots of the '60s. Satire with a playful nip makes a treat...
INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., May 6--"Ain't God good to Indiana? Other spots may look as fair, but they lack the soothin' somethin' in a Hoosier sky and air where the ripples on the river kinda chuckle as they flow--ain't God good to Indiana? Ain't he, fellers? Ain't he that...