Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:16 pm
drjohncarpenter wrote:musicmentor1 wrote:In an in depth look at the article ...
You just don't get it.
The only thing "in depth" [sic] about your comments is how they painfully illustrate that not everyone on this MB -- or in the "Elvis World" -- is sophisticated enough to appreciate or absorb Cohn's magnificent prose.
Perhaps you should seek out your own "music mentor."
Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:55 pm
Only on 'How Great Thou Art' did he cast off a sense of creeping dread. At the final bellowed line - 'O my God, how great thou art' - his voice turned raw and harsh, and he sounded like a great wounded beast, stumbling towards oblivion.
The sacramental spirit was typical of Elvis shows in his final phase. His audience - families from grandmas to babies, bottled blondes of a certain age, working stiffs and their wives - didn't come simply to be entertained but to share in an act of communion. Richard Nixon's silent majority, they used their idol's life to channel and bear witness to their own; to relive first loves and marriages and divorces, glory days and wreckage alike.
This night on Long Island, though, he was no ruin; certainly not the zombie I'd seen in Vegas. He'd packed on major poundage, his moon face had lost all definition, and there was no mistaking the corset straining to hold in his gut, yet he seemed reborn.
Instead of the triumphalism of Gerry Marsden and the Kop End, he treats the song as a private meditation, full of pain and the yearning to believe. Though the lyrics speak of hope, Elvis turns them into a cry, as if reaching for one last sliver of light in engulfing darkness. I am alone, he seems to be saying. All of us are alone. But maybe, just maybe, we can find someone or something to cling to. In his case, it's God. But each of us, hearing him, reaches for our own salvation.
The rest of the night is a blur. Objectively, I have seen better shows - Jimi Hendrix at the Savoy, Prince at the Ritz, James Brown (more than once) at the Apollo, and Johnny Paycheck at the Acadia County Fair, to name just a few. None chilled me as profoundly as those few minutes of Elvis alone at the piano, singing a song I can't stand. If great art needs nakedness, it was the most naked performance I've ever witnessed.
Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:02 pm
Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:06 pm
musicmentor1 wrote:What's the point in the highlighting? We are adult readers are we not?
Thu Feb 01, 2007 2:16 am
musicmentor1 wrote:It's far more rewarding to actually listen to Elvis and think about his recordings and performances in the privacy of one's own mind.
musicmentor1 wrote:I appreciated the merit of Cohn's piece on the Elvis Concert, it was just so lazily framed! Get it?
musicmentor1 wrote:As a well trained musician in both classical and popular music ...
musicmentor1 wrote:(Hope there are no mistakes for your twin, spellbinder, to capitalise on!)
musicmentor1 wrote:Having been busy exploring the pages I discover I'ts not exactly a thriving message board here, a lot of people are not contributing anymore?
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