Word: primal
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...chemist thinks that it all began when cavemen licked their neighbors' cheeks for the salt on them. Whatever its primal origins, social kissing seems to be resounding with greater frequency around the nation. Anyone who watched Jimmy Carter's Inaugural receptions would think that the entire capital would be down with mononucleosis by now. For a man once regarded as remote behind his barricade of teeth, Carter is a formidable social kisser, somewhat more subdued about it than Lyndon Johnson, but just as relentless. During his Inaugural parties, Carter gave a virtuoso performance, clutching women one-handed...
LINDA RONSTADT: HASTEN DOWN THE WIND (Asylum). Country pop's top woman vocalist swings from primal blues to sunny Mexicali rock...
...Kong has marched relentlessly to the screen, defenders of the 1933 version have been insisting loudly that no matter how much new technique was lavished on the remake, it could not match the original. They were right. Kong is a primal dream work, a symbolization of some deep and basic special anxiety of the species-and the only one created directly for the movies, having no ready roots in literature or folk lore. The crudities, the enigma of the original Kong's expression, are part of that work's strength. The wowing Technicolor virtuosity of the remake reduces...
Somehow the lavish trappings seemed out of tune with the guests of honor. From The Band's first album, Music from Big Pink (1968), to their eighth, Northern Lights-Southern Cross, last year, the group has combined the primal energy of roadhouse rock 'n' roll with a down-home vision of America, particularly the South. Robbie Robertson's haunting folk ballad The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down recalls a traditional Civil War song: "Virgil Cane is the name/ And I served on the Danville train/ Til Stoneman's cavalry came/ And tore...
...sexual charge, heavy in portent, reassuringly innocent in presentation? A comic strip rendering of a myth dredged up out of the collective unconscious and splashed so boldly on the screen that the audience is awed into acceptance by its sheer audacity? Or is it, finally, just an act of primal showmanship, a Barnum-like invitation to admit to ourselves that we are all members of the great fraternity of suckerhood and simply revel in the release of cultural inhibitions that admission sometimes encourages...