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Getting medical supplies into Bosnia is one thing, but getting a 40-ft. motorized lemon-disco-ball spaceship into Sarajevo is another. But U2 managed to pull it off--with the U.N.'s help--when the band, fulfilling a promise made by lead singer and honorary Bosnian citizen BONO, staged a full PopMart concert in the city, which doesn't even have running water 24 hours a day. "We offered them a scratch gig, a benefit concert, and they didn't want that. They wanted PopMart," says Bono. "They've a mad sense of humor." The concert didn...
Eddie Adams couldn't be more common. The 17-year-old idles at school and works nights as a dishwasher in a disco. But Eddie, who believes "everyone's blessed with one special thing," is opulently endowed "down there in the Mr. Torpedo area," as an admirer says. At any other time in history, that would win a fellow not much more than respect in the barracks shower. But this is the 1970s, and porno films are big business. Folks looking at Eddie's endowment gawk as if it were the Washington Monument. He is pornography's future: the Holy...
Most of Lisa Stansfield is a slow-building, slow-burning pleasure. This is soul lite, harking back to the '70s, to Barry White, Roberta Flack and Diana Ross. The song Never, Never Gonna Give You Up evokes the throb of disco, but in a comely, cooing, classic way; Honest is a soul-baring ballad with an intimate, unadorned sound that leaves Stansfield's voice free to shimmer in the foreground; and I Cried My Last Tear, Last Night is an unabashed I-won't-get-stepped-on-in-relationships call to arms that makes its case passionately but not gratingly...
...cover of an old Chicago blues standard, "Baby What You Want Me To Do," segued seamlessly into Bowie's own "Jean Genie." Stone-faced, kilt-wearing guitarist Reeves Gabrels provided perhaps the biggest laughs of the night when, in the middle of a particularly incendiary version of the faux-disco rocker "Stay," he reached over to the nearby Bowie and casually licked his ear. The elegant, artistic stage design also proved interesting-a set of three giant eggs at times served as warped projection screens for videos of faces and flashing colors. The drapes behind the scene doubled as backdrops...
Truly manly men do not dance. Howard Brackett knows this is so; he just heard it from a stern voice on a self-help tape. Yet Howard, a respectable English teacher in idyllic Greenleaf, Ind., can't stop the music in his feet. On the disco dance floor of his living room, Howard is the star, with supercool terping that recalls Travolta, Tommy Tune and a little Ann Miller. A dance solo like this is the stuff star careers are made of. Kevin Kline may never reach Cruisean heights, but this old boy can still bust a move...