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Live review: 'Beatles Celebration' at Hollywood Bowl
July 10, 2010 | 11:22 am
The music of the Beatles, a summer night and the Hollywood Bowl: a can’t-miss recipe, right?
As things turned out Friday, at the opening of a three-night “Beatles Celebration“ marking roughly the 45th anniversary of the Fab Four’s final Bowl appearances, this stuff isn’t remotely as easy as it may look, or sound.

There was no dearth of sweet memory, evocative melodies, poignant lyrics or variety of stylistic interpretation of the group’s catalog from soloists Patti Austin, Todd Rundgren, Bettye LaVette, Rob Laufer and Brian Stokes Mitchell.

But the music truly came alive only sporadically, primarily in the 2-1/2-hour show’s second half with Lavette’s dynamic, soul-searing set and Rundgren’s appearance that finally acknowledged the fun that was central to what the Beatles were about.

Until then, it was more of a Beatles appreciation than celebration, containing little of the youthful exuberance of the band’s early songs, or the anything-goes experimental glee of its latter years. Too often the songs on the first half approached the “Rockabye Baby” series of albums that transform music of the rock era into soothing children’s lullabies.

Things began promisingly with a perky instrumental arrangement of “Yellow Submarine” that showcased the Hollywood Bowl Orchestra and conductor Thomas Wilkins, who revealed his own memory of first being captivated, like millions of other Americans, by John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr during their Feb. 9, 1964, U.S. TV debut on “The Ed Sullivan Show.”

Austin was first up in the show, structured to give each soloist a mini-set of his or her own. The jazz-soul singer brought her deep burnished voice first to a bouncy run-through of “I’m Looking Through You,” surprisingly the earliest number from the group’s catalog offered all evening. No doubt the heavy emphasis on songs from “Sgt. Pepper” and beyond was given to allow the orchestra room to work on more expansive numbers most suited to the sonic enhancement.

She delivered a dreamy reading of “She’s Leaving Home” that brought more attention to the intricacies of the swooping melody than McCartney’s effortless original vocal, and she hit her stride with a jazzy look at “Penny Lane.” Her utterly Americanized treatment cast a perspective of wonderment on the many British colloquialisms in the musical sketch McCartney created of his boyhood days in Liverpool.

Her “Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds” jettisoned the waltz tempo verses that Lennon smartly juxtaposed to 4/4 tempo chorus, draining the song of some of its impact from the flip-flopping time signatures. The final verse gave a nod to Elton John’s reggae-ized hit version from 1973, one of several arrangements that tacitly saluted famous Beatles covers.

Laufer followed, representing the Beatles re-creationist camp from his experience portraying Harrison in the “Beatlemania” musical. His pair of songs -- Harrison’s “Something” and Lennon’s “Across the Universe” -- meant to address the band’s lyrcis at their most eloquent, but the presentations were more respectful than inspired.

Broadway singer Mitchell tapped his musical theater background in ultra-dramatic performances of “Fool on the Hill” and “Yesterday” that, discounting the richness of the 88-member orchestra behind him, sounded much like what you can hear in piano bars anywhere. His insertion of melodica solos into both was at least one too many.

Following intermission, the orchestra again took the spotlight with an arrangement of “Eleanor Rigby” in which McCartney’s lonely spinster took a musical meeting with Richard Strauss’ Zarathustra. After that, you wished the orchestra had been given the chance to interpret a few more songs.

But then LaVette showed up and suddenly the music sizzled as it should. She funkified “We Can Work It Out” along the lines of Ray Charles’ long-ago reworking, and modeled her “Here, There and Everywhere” on Frank Sinatra’s interpretation, which is the one she said she heard first.

On “Blackbird,” which McCartney in recent years has described as his elegy to the civil rights movement, LaVette took it into a universe of her own, her shredded sandpaper voice wringing every drop of struggle in this trenchant ode to anyone who has slain demons, within or without. And Lennon surely would have delighted in her sassy take on “Come Together,” for which she challenged anyone in the audience to explain his stream-of-consciousness lyrics.

With Rundgren at last came some larger-than-life rock ‘n’ roll. He strolled grandly onstage as the band cranked up the calliope-inspired sounds of “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite,” the singer outfitted in an appropriately outsized top hat, fake walrus (nice allusion, Todd) mustache, black waistcoat, white gloves and white spats.

He helped the dutiful rock band that supplemented the orchestra amp up the show’s electricity quotient with “Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey,” and served as the Eric Clapton surrogate in “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” which he preceded with a nod to Ringo Starr’s momentous 70th birthday -- a Beatle is 70?-- just two nights earlier.

His performance of “A Day in the Life” was the night’s most faithful to the original, the orchestra delighting in swirling to the massive climax that producer George Martin cooked up for the conclusion of the “Sgt. Pepper’s” album backing 1967.

A predictable all-star finale paved the way for audience sing-alongs on “Hey Jude” and “All You Need Is Love.” Fans in their 50s, 60s and 70s, many of them with children and even grandchildren in tow, waved arms, fired up lighters and cellphone screens ceremonially while beaming smiles and shedding the occasional tear.

Given this was the Hollywood Bowl, where the Fab Four had torn things up so raucously nearly a half century ago, at least one fan wished this celebration had traded some of the earnest camaraderie for more of the freewheeling spirit that has endeared the Beatles and their music to generation after generation.

Perhaps they figured, possibly correctly, that since McCartney did just that so well a couple of months ago under the very same orchestra shell, why try to compete? But a Hollywood Bowl celebration for the Beatles with no “Twist and Shout”? No “She Loves You”? No “Can’t Buy Me Love”? A hard day’s night, indeed.