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...inspire another Cheech and Chong road trip. From its groovy arched roof and fenders to a funky blue speedometer, the new Beetle--introduced last week at the North American International Auto Show in Detroit--is a motorized monument to Flower Power nostalgia. All that's missing is a Day-Glo paint job and a roach clip in the ashtray. But the Beetle will be a much trickier resurrection than bell-bottoms now that boomers seem partial to cars and trucks big enough to fit a Bug in the back...
Sometimes--like, say, after you've heard that horrifically Day-Glo song Barbie Girl for the 1,651st time on the radio--you just want to hear an old-fashioned song song. The kind where the singer actually sings, the melody actually has a melody, and the whole thing builds gradually, powerfully, inevitably, and crests with a big golden payoff note. Three new albums would seem to be aimed at that need: Canadian chanteuse Celine Dion's Let's Talk About Love (550 Music), vocal power lifter Michael Bolton's All That Matters (Columbia) and Barbra Streisand's Higher Ground...
Witness, for example, the fate of a recent advertising creation, a wacky, Day-Glo pink duck, an escapee from the Cadillac crest, that has been playing a lead cartoon role in ads for the '97 Catera. The "Caddy that zigs" is aimed at younger, entry-level luxury buyers in their 30s and 40s, almost a generation behind most traditional Cadillac owners. The duck may entertain such prospects, but it also infuriated many Cadillac loyalists and even some of GM's top brass. In the past, the duck and the campaign (as well as whoever was in charge) might have ended...
...once believed GETTING STONED to be a beneficial experience, teaching tolerance, since it rendered all co-users equally attractive and all rock bands equally talented. I may also have believed that GETTING STONED engendered profound INSIGHTS, which I may have, at least once, attempted to record with a Day-Glo marker on the back of an empty doughnut box (in Molinari's world, this would be known as a "LAB REPORT...
Smokey Joe's Cafe is as colorful and jaunty as the Day-Glo zoot suit that comes to life and struts through the Shoppin' for Clothes number. Choreographer Joey McKneely gives the performers a killer aerobic workout. When they're not executing brisk parodies of the goofy-cool footwork done by every backup group in the '50s, they are sexily slow dancing to L&S's low-tempo stuff or, in a gorgeous version of Spanish Harlem, bringing ballet to the barrio. These cats can sing too, both as solo stunners-check out Victor Trent Cook's rabid virtuosity...