Word: lobsters
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...ultramodern kitchen, setting a whirlwind pace for his 32-member staff. "Sacrebleu! Sacrebleu!" he shouts at a sous-chef when something goes wrong. One minute he is throwing whole fistfuls of truffles into a twelve-quart mixing bowl. Next he starts a pheasant paté, followed by a lobster and crayfish mousse. Tasting each creation in turn, he makes several mid-course corrections, adding a little salt here, a little cream there. Finally he is satisfied. Offering his visitor a taste of the gloriously light mousse, he nods his head gravely. "Nobody," he says, "can make a mousse like...
...what Banchet has labeled "Le Show," wafting a silver platter laden with treasures under the noses of the astonished Horns. There is a colorful vegetable pate studded with bits of broccoli and tomato as bright as jewels. A paupiette of smoked salmon filled with fluffy crab mousse. A lobster sausage served with two sauces-one made with sea urchins, the other with lobster. "They've shown us eight things already," giggles Judy Horn. "I shall never be able to remember which I like best." Says George: "We're going to come back for a test later-whoever scores...
...Cessna 421 a little over an hour ago and flew down to Wheeling just for dinner. They brought along Paul Mann, a wine importer, and his wife Rosi. The first courses are just arriving. Ed has ordered oysters: half a dozen embedded in their shells over spinach leaves and lobster mousse. Each is covered with julienne leeks and a beurre blanc sauce. Ed slips the first oyster into his mouth. His eyes close. There is a weighty pause as all at the table attend his reaction. His verdict: "It's like I've died and gone to heaven...
THREE YEARS LATER with two and half albums under their collective belt, the B-52's are still-a-garbage collecting band scrounging for bits and pieces from assorted rock genres and recycling out a unique sound, in which the only constants is a bobbin beat "Rock Lobster" was only the beginning of a string of songs merging punk, funk, new-wave. Southern boogie, and anything else capable of stirring quiescent feet to motion. Keeping the party going was all this self-proclaimed "tacky little dance band" from Athens. Georgia wanted. And evidently, that's all their fans wanted...
...other funky and humorous three songs on the mini-album, which serves to show us that there is a lot more behind this hand than sheer, lovable eccentricity that they have happily not abandoned. Keep "Planet Claire," "Rock Lobster," and "Private Idaho" stored away in a safe place for future listening pleasure. You'll need em again, Go get "Mesopotamia." It's not limited or pretentious. Just try to keep still when playing it. Just try not to giggle. Bet you can't. The party's not stopping. It is just moving to a different room...