Word: mama
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...most Freudian melodramas, Mama is the culprit: lapping, pawing, hugging, and not much comfort to a young Portnoy, seeing outside the Jewish womb, beyond the intellectual, cultural and religious worlds of his parents. Alex wanders like...
There were two distinct highlights. The first was a basic 50's 12 bar treatment of a song called. "Your Mama Don't Dance (and Your Daddy Don't Rock and Roll)" that featured one perfect mid-chorus sax lick, a perfect maybe four note frill. This one also had a baritone sax solo, and a final chorus that couldn't be denied. "Vahevela," introduced as "the three day version," followed, song draws on the increasingly popular music of the West Indies. The considerably extended stage version exploits the rhythms of the West Indies in a long purely percussive break...
...couple of G.I.s popping open beer cans with Mama-san and her whores. Through the bead curtain, a hand lobs a lump of steel. Thump and roll. "Grenade!" Soldier scoops it up, hesitates in stupid disbelief. FLASH! BLAM! So begins-and 140 minutes later, in an almost exact replay, so ends-The Basic Training of Pavlo Hummel. Between these two unanswerable exclamation points, Playwright David Rabe strings the lifeline of the soldier, Pavlo; then on that cord he attempts to hang what he sees as the rags of national honor, bloodied by the Viet...
...OVER a decade, young followers of William Alfred have looked back to Arthur Kopit's Sputnik rise to fame when he turned squeaky old Agassiz into a Cape Canaveral for Broadway. His Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama's Hung You In The Closet And I'm Feeling So Sad was a succes de everything that paved a high way to the big time in the dreams of Harvard playwrights. While the latest Agassiz Grant-In-Aid local-talent extravaganza might show some succes, it decidedly lacks the everything...
...devil made me buy this dress," says the minister's wife in one of Comedian Flip Wilson's routines. "He sneaked up behind me and said, 'Say, Mama, look at that dress in the window . . .' " The listener chuckles at the transparent rationalization. Everybody knows that there isn't any real devil. The devil is just a myth, a relic of folklore, grist for a joke...