{"id":119724,"date":"2024-03-19T14:53:30","date_gmt":"2024-03-19T14:53:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/steelcityscribblings.uk\/wp\/?p=119724"},"modified":"2024-03-20T17:25:44","modified_gmt":"2024-03-20T17:25:44","slug":"let-the-sunshine-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/steelcityscribblings.uk\/wp\/2024\/03\/19\/let-the-sunshine-in\/","title":{"rendered":"Let the Sunshine in!"},"content":{"rendered":"

A case can be made for saying Jennifer Warnes, the man’s backing vocalist from the beginning, almost singlehandedly revived the flagging career of a rock-poet already – in 1987 – in his 50s but whose greatest work lay still ahead. There’s more to Jennifer Warnes though than her being one of the most gifted interpreters of Leonard Cohen<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n

Here she is, back in – titter ye not<\/em> – ’69. The musical Hair<\/em>\u00a0 pushed the boundaries on nudity and a few other things besides but you could barely cross the street without somebody somewhere was humming something about the dawning of the age of Aquarius.<\/p>\n

Whatever that meant.<\/p>\n

Hair<\/em>\u00a0 also provided an early showcase for the power and intelligence of her singing in the role of Sheila. Like when she exhorted us to let the sunshine in.<\/p>\n