The RavenGrove Press, 2003 - 116 頁 One of the most influential and innovative recording artists of the past three decades, Lou Reed has always offered a shrewd view of life in the big city in all its colors. It is no surprise, then, that he considers Edgar Allan Poe a spiritual forefather. In The Raven, Reed immerses himself in Poe's enigmatic world and sets out to reimagine his work to mesmerizing effect. In 2001 Lou Reed, legendary theater director Robert Wilson, and an all-star cast presented the musical POEtry at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. Reed's subsequent studio adaptation, The Raven, has been hailed as one of his more daring and challenging albums. Here, accompanied by photographs by the acclaimed artist and director Julian Schnabel, is the definitive text of the CD release. The Raven includes Reed's distinctive takes on Poe's most celebrated works, as well as song lyrics written for the musical. The Raven is a fascinating meeting between a dark chronicler of the twentieth century and his nineteenth-century counterpart; the work on one iconoclastic genius offering a haunting exploration of another. |
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beating Blind rage Blind Bolo boy next door Broadway song burning embers Walk cask of Amontillado chamber door changing is change DAUGHTER Guilty Death has reared Edgar Allan Poe Electronic exactly the boy Feedback felt FORTUNATO Godless love sent guardian angel Guilty as charged Guilty guilty hear heard hell holy dream hop-frog Hop-frog hop-frog They call Julian Schnabel keep me hangin later betrayed laugh Lenore LIGEIA lips listening look LOU REED louder MALE STUDENT Médoc mind unyielding moan MOTHER never Nevermore nice to disappear night nitre OLD POE orangutans perfect day photographs by Julian POE AND YOUNG Poe Not exactly Poe's POLICEMAN Quoth the Raven rage Blind rage Roderick ROWENA Seven iron lamps shadow someone who later sound stand it anymore stories of Edgar telltale heart thing constantly changing thought TRIPITENA USHER valley of unrest Walk on burning Who's that creeping wood bog YOUNG POE РОЕ
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第 3 頁 - tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high...