Word: discs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Suddenly the music stops. It is 2 a.m., and out of nowhere materialized uniformed policemen, plaid-jacketed plainclothesmen, and a searchlight the size of a cannon. The disc-jockey abandons his notorious sound system to steer the bright beam over the crowd. The silver-studded dancers break apart like mercury and slither sullenly towards the exit. There is a twenty minute wait for coats;the boy with the orange cape has donned less auspicious clothing and bustles about the cloakroom, calling out numbers, grabbing tickets, rolling his eyes...
Charlie Finch felt "all the candidates were alike, all super-slick," until he heard Fred Harris speak last year. The 1973 Yale graduate was impressed enough to quit his job as an Atlanta disc jockey and become a campus organizer in Harris's presidential campaign...
...interpretations stem, surprisingly enough, from his scrupulously orthodox approach. He is less interested in conveying his own message than in getting his men-all of whom seem to be virtuosos-to play precisely what Wagner wrote. What they play is fortunately given some of the finest sound available on disc today. For a sample, try the massed brass midway through the Parsifal prelude...
...neighborhood settings. Because black and Hispanic children are a special concern, many of the shows are filmed in black areas or in the barrio. For example, at "Julio's Panaderia," a bakery in East Los Angeles, a Chicano family solves everyday problems with math. Coolidge Cool Breeze, a disc jockey on Factory, is a character designed to appeal to blacks. Dialing a number, Cool Breeze croons: "Might this be the home of Olive Crabtree? Can you tell me for one hundred big smackers what the answer is to eight times nine?" Olive is stumped. Viewers, however...
Harvard's Jim Liston picked up a few Brownie points for trying to scoop the puck out of the goal before anyone saw it, but most of the 11,118 spectators were already discussing the magical properties of the black disc...