Word: albums
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...bemused and in conversation, with the slightly seedy, long-legged grace of the star forward on a reform-school basketball team, Johansen in performance is is like the living soul of big city rock, restless and implacable. He works fast (lyrics for three of the tunes on the new album were written while the band was off having dinner), performs at white heat. He likes to keep the music simple, the lyrics spare, so that a song like Flamingo Road reaches high and wide, becomes an angry, baiting confessional stashed inside a catchy pop threnody. Flamingo Road is a place...
...WHITE ALBUM by Joan Didion; Simon & Schuster; 223 pages...
...brilliant 1968 collection. "The pain kept me awake at night and so for twenty and twenty-one hours a day I drank gin-and-hot-water to blunt the pain and took Dexedrine to blunt the gin and wrote the piece." Her new collection of magazine articles, The White Album, contains a disagreeably calculated column she wrote for LIFE in 1969. "I had better tell you where I am, and why," Didion begins. Uh oh. The student of Didion is not surprised to learn that she is sitting with her husband in a room in the Royal Hawaiian Hotel...
...chatter. " 'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,' some one said to me at dinner not long ago, and before we had finished our fraises des bois, he had advised me as well that 'no man is an island.' " The White Album is full of the bizarre details, the eye for blinding weirdness, that made Slouching Towards Bethlehem one of the purest leftover artifacts of the '60s. Didion again collects clippings of American death trips: the brothers who bludgeoned Ramon Novarro, for example; and the 26-year-old woman...
...White Album is mellower than Slouching Towards Bethlehem. Didion ranges more widely. A libertarian with a trace of Goldwater in her, an individualistic Westerner, Didion writes witheringly of bureaucrats who would tie up the Santa Monica Freeway (an eccentric passion of the woman in the yellow Corvette) by installing the restrictive "Diamond Lane." Didion, a sometime screenwriter, gives a wonderful insider's analysis of Hollywood as "the last extant stable society." She dismisses the women's movement with some hauteur: "To those of us who remain committed mainly to the ex ploration of moral distinctions and ambiguities...