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...hear Morrison courting this muse in the Pentecostal growls and incantations of Listen to the Lion on his 1972 album Saint Dominic's Preview, or personifying it on his new album in Village Idiot, whose protagonist "wears his overcoat in the summer/ And short sleeves in the winter time" but who is nourished by some secret spiritual serenity: "Don't you know he's onto something . . . / Sometimes he looks so happy/ As he goes strolling...
Like this sainted idiot, Morrison seems to be sustained by some spiritual essence. He also shares with the idiot a contempt for catering to anyone, a disdain for superficial cool. Morrison, 46, looks like a cross between a puff adder and a pub keeper, and will never seem beguiling in a video. As he sings about his boyhood, weaving references to Sidney Bechet and Hank Williams into a tune that draws on the hymn Just a Closer Walk with Thee, it's obvious he is only trying to keep a clear through-line to living memory...
...course, it really doesn't matter if a manager is callow or experienced, mellow or intense. Winning matters. If you win, everybody thinks you're a genius. If you lose, you're an idiot. And you're history. Growing up in New York, I watched George Steinbrenner, that noted evaluator of human nature, decide that Billy Martin was smart, then stupid, then smart, then stupid, smart, stupid, smart, then stupid again...
...best friend on the telephone." Dirt will speak to teen boys the same way, says Lang, but in a male voice. That will mean a cool collection of fiction, short takes about school, sports, art and -- yes -- articles about girls. Sample headline: HEY, BABY, WHAT'S YOUR SIGN? AN IDIOT'S GUIDE TO FIRST DATES. Another refreshing notion: Sassy treats male teens as people -- not jerks or hunks -- and that respect for the opposite sex will cross over to Dirt...
...lyrics, pummeling beats, banshee vocals and buzz-saw guitars, seems custom-made for leather-clad lowlifes with tattooed biceps and lobotomized brains. Teenagers love it. Always have. But during the early 1980s, when the insipid glam-rock of Duran Duran ruled the charts, heavy metal was the idiot in the basement, shunned by music-industry executives and dismissed by critics as adolescent noise...