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»nearer *. , co T u * <i,romMa * 1 !! § about rape in a piece entitled \Fight Back.\ The chorus reads; And so we've got to fight back % In large numbers J Fight back \ I can't make it alone • I Fight back 0 In large numbers $ Together we can make a safe home . £ Together we can make a safe home ■ Instead of alienating one faction in the group from g- another—the men from the women, the straights from the Z 8 a vs~the response gleaned was solidarity, a common purpose 1 In clarion a capella she let flow solemn warning against | nuclear power and the potential doom nuclear technology has Jj created. \There ain't no where you can run .. . We won't go easy.\ ' CM >— <v Diary of a > Penetrating ? Holly Near stirred us, penetrated our intellects and our emotions with her music and herself. She was beaming as she conducted the 800 people before her in three part harmony. Throughout the concert she was accompanied by Susan Freundlich, an interpreter for the hearing impaired who sang her songs in body movement. Then, without a note sung or played we all lifted our arms in circles, turned our hands, stretched our fingers. Holly Near jubilantly noted, \This is the concert deaf people can hear.\ Always there playing, giving Near encouragement, was the third person in this unique trio. J.T. Thomas played the piano flawlessly. She blended smoothly with Near in addition to being a personality in her own right. Impish and animated, she waltzed over the keys in original ragtime compositions. As an added treat she offered us, already glowing enthusiasts, a rag time called \Reba My Amoeba\ dedicated to her first crush - on a biology teacher. J.T. was irresistable when she chortled, \Then we'll split in two/ So there'll be more of me to love more of you.\ Publicized as an anti-nuclear concert, the evening ended on that subject. The meaning was explicit as Near sang, \Is tonight resolutioain our hearts/Or is it just entertainment?\ I think Holly Near'S effect was evident. Maybe her sounds dissipated in a matter of seconds, but her message walked out of Kleinhans with the rest of us. music critic Dreaming away . . . by Harold Goldberg Friday, July 19,1979 I only attend about two parties per year because people usually talk rock music to me which not only unnerves me but sometimes scares me. It scares me because my theories about music aren't firm yet. Generally, a freelance writer is in a predicament. He has loyalties to every editor and is loyal mainly to himself. The freedom of creativity for a freelance writer is high, yet for a beginner the money is peanuts, The bucks are salt mine stuff; the liberty is Ijke no other job. Except maybe for a rock musician's. But in n«y hometown Lackawanna my friend Donald gave a new wave/punk rock party. Punk has come to Lackawanna under the guiding influence of fellow derelict cum rock writer Tim Switala, who's great friends with Donald One fun-filled guy kept playing a broom, then a vacuum cleaner, then a ladder as Elvis Costello,' Devo and The Ramones boosted our energy. Most people dahced; some exchanged opinion about the Jumpers. The band Switala is in —the punkish, poppish Eddie Haskell Croup—vowed to play at Lackawanna Stadium before summer's end. All this was very appealing. I jittered a subdued but sometimes fitful jitter to the music when this girl tried to get me to dance to the proper rhythm. Damn it; this was rgck; nothing is necessarily proper; you dance m your own dimension Actually I compromised. I moved to her idea'for one song, to mine for two. Enjoyed both, but mine more. - Outside the stars were out and there was very little haze from the steel factories' omissions. Of- n course, it was dark so none could see the perpetually falling steel dust which has made my black Plymouth Duster brown. Some rock critics write because writing is the closest they can get to being stars. Or they want free records. Not me. I'm naive. I want to bring a spirit of true criticism to rock writing. I dream about being the Mencken, Orwell and Lawrence of rock all rolled into one. But the problem is that rock really shouldn't be reviewed because it's too ephemeral, too lacking in art quality to be considered worthy, I don't quite believe that so I still write. I look for stuff in music that can be analyzed— trends, sexual overtones, middle class philosophy, dreams. If I was writing a diary,,I'd come up with the following. f The ! hair deck! i/V jLgskc?' At 642 colv,n avemue '•*- (Jist South of Kanmors Ave.l ■ ' JACK PAHU^W'\ Monday, July 9, 1979 Over and over I play my three favorite records of the year —Elvis Costello's \Armed Forces,\ Graham Parker's \Squeezing Out Sparks,-and the Rickie Lee Jones album. Oblivious to negative criticism about these singers and chauvinistic about what I like, I sometimes forget, feeling I actually know these people who sing songs You know. Rickie Lee and me sitting on a rock partially submerged in Lake Erie appreciating the flow of the qurrent. A record becomes predictable though, and it’s only the listener's mind that makes repeated songs continually change in theme and sound. NEED - Models, Male and Female far demo heir cuts - M' /NDA Y’S ONL Y! Tuesday, July 17, 1979 I went to see the Jumpers and Extra Cheese at a free concert at Buffalo State College Extra Cheese combined all forms of popular music In the past 10 years. Radio personality Cary Storm's violin was searing but not intricate. 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In addition - special 25% discount on respling with pur- I chase of any sport shoe. - reg. $ 14.95, NOW $ 11.20 | 'Please present coupon before purchase' £ C Limit one coupon per customer * Expires October 13. 1979 _ ■ iBiaiHBiBiaaaiaHBiBBaaaiBai* ■■ Tuesday, July 10, 1979 An electronics influenced band called Mae Furst was the most enjoyable group at a Hallwalls concert showcasing four bands. Paul Huekell $6 played his avant-garde sax. But his solo was only appreciated by a handful from the crew'd of 50 people. Huekell has played with the now-defunct Be-Bop Deluxe, is influenced by them, along with some jazz like Sonny Rollins', some electronics like Kraftwerk's. I talked to and watched two young ladies who'd never seen the Jumpers before. They didn't dance but bobbed their heads up and down sort of reservedly, as I did when I saw the Jumpers for the first time. They didn't dance because they didn't think people could be this uninhibited in public. Fans jumped on stage and were liberated; some rolled on the ground; jittered around; called for encores through the PA system. Tonight, I accidentally played the Woody Allen role, which is expected of me I'm standing against a wall feeling uncomfortable, hoping no one thinks that I'm cool A pretty blonde looks in my direction. Then a The Jumpers are perfect rock 'n roll: loud, entertaining: bare cabaret. My heart wondered why the Courier-Express and the Buffalo Evenings News don't cover local bands' concerts. This would boost Buffalo music instead of praising established groups like Bad Company and AC/DC. My head said the papers cater to the masses and are limited by space. And my heart skipped a beat. brunette. Maybe I am hip. Gee, all these years and I didn t know it. Then two blonde men looked my way. Maybe my pants were falling. With back and hands stiffened against the wall, I fingered it like a blind man feels a braille Kafka, looking for answers. I turned around and saw a movie screened against the wall. Sunday, July 22,1979 My colleagues jazz/poet Michael F. Hopkins and flugelhorn player LeRoy Jones gave a reading concert in Delaware Park. Hopkins' poems are about popular culture with the hope that such art will be Infinite. After Hopkins read each line about jazz musicians with a quick, fiery line, Jones, who has studied with saxist Anthony Braxton, would interpret the words with a jazz phrase. How eclectic this performance was. The pair's cross-cultural statements about poetry and music as lyricism appeared to coax joggers and kids and young couples from all over the park to the shady performance area. Outside, Tim Blake, formerly of the new wave Secrets and Plastics, said he was forming a band called the Mannikins, which would sound different than the basic power chords of his former bands. I told him I was thinking of quitting rock writing because it had bored me over the past six months. And freelance publication wasn't getting any easier I wasn't lying about the,banal aspect of rock. This feeling came-in the face of what Village Voice Senior Editor Bob Christgau told me was the best year he'd seen as a music critic, But maybe Christgau wanted to feel like a kid again and New Wave rock grants him that while letting him retain his adult, intellectual, Greenwich Village outlook Blake said, \You can't quit rock writing Rock is the only thing happening!\ This view I appreciated coming from a musician. Sure, I'll stick with rock for a while. But I want people to know I do other things too. And if I'm not published in Esquire by the time I'm 25 (two and one-half years from now) I may quit writing all together --------- .. Vet I hoped that Jones would play throughout a poem as backup and wondered if Hopkins .Could do a poem to backup Jones. Meanwhile, Hopkins' voice was sometimes too whispery towards the end of a phrase. Nevertheless, the setting was idyjiic and you could close your eyes to think of something even more idyllic. w_' iVr* « * .« * «'t
