LETTER FROM BRITAIN
At last! A time to speak of happy events—and I don’t mean the debut of miniscule Prince Harry. Nope; I mean that in this deeply embattled land (Miners: everyone’s support/Media blackout on miner’s strike: everyone’s scorn) suddenly inspirational music is emerging as if by magic.
LETTER FROM BRITAIN
THE SOFT PARADE
by Cynthia Rose
At last! A time to speak of happy events—and I don’t mean the debut of miniscule Prince Harry. Nope; I mean that in this deeply embattled land (Miners: everyone’s support/Media blackout on miner’s strike: everyone’s scorn) suddenly inspirational music is emerging as if by magic. Magic because—at last!—it’s a music of hope, of .heart, of human stature arid human sound.
So who’s hard at work, you wonder? NOT the people you probably see on MTV’s requisite “British” spots. NOT David “Bombast” Bowie, who’s shockirig excuse for a new LP is notable, as ever, for the same old marketing ploy: play for BOTH his diehard Ziggy fans and those lowbrows who so wholeheartedly share his conceits of “culture.” No need to rabbit on about that— his 20 minute “Jazzin’ For Blue Jean” vid slaps it all upfront on the screen.