Word: mods
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...raises her piano playing to something more than mere accompaniment. Nilsson, 31, blithe and winsome with his pen as well as his voice, first projected himself as a sort of sad-clown chronicler of Middle America (Nobody Cares About the Railroads Anymore, Mr. Tin ker), now is a zany mod-rocker (Coconut, Spaceman). In the poised, warmly expressive style of Flack, 33, the earthy emotions of gospel (Told Jesus) mix with the more polished, sinuous phrasing of jazz (Tryin' Times...
Jess Ritter, a mod.-lit. man out at San Francisco State, is sitting down to a greasy cheeseburger when into his office walk two students, Space Daisy and Victor. "You see," says Space Daisy, offering Ritter a cream cheese and chopped nut on pumpkin bread, "Victor also makes puppets, and his friend Street Eddie snoots Super-8 movies. Now what we want to do is make a puppet movie about Slaughterhouse-Five, showing Billy Pilgrim and Montana Wildhack on Tralfamadore instead of my writing this term paper on Vonnegut...
Despite his hard-earned riches. Filion's only outward signs of wealth are his Capital Hill Farms in Lachute, Quebec, a blue and white Fleetwood Eldorado, a flashy mod wardrobe and a $400 toupee that he wore when Canadian Governor General Roland Michener presented him with the nation's highest civilian honor, the Medal of Service Award...
...with much more sensitivity to modern trends than his predecessor, Maurice Stans, who later became Nixon's campaign treasurer. Indeed, the 46-year-old Peterson, who dresses in dark suits augmented by flashy ties, square-toed shoes and gold-rimmed glasses, seems more than just one generation more mod than the 64-year-old Stans. Stans took the business side in almost every dispute; among other things, he decried tough anti-pollution regulations and defended the clubbing of Alaskan seals...
Nijinsky is Béjart's most ostentatious work to date. In it his flair for the spectacular, the mod and the grotesque is overwhelming, in ways that admittedly may whelm some more than others. Equipped with enough stage runways for a good suburban airport, adorned ominously by the obligatory -or so it seems these days-cross of Calvary, Nijinsky is essentially an old-fashioned allegory play dolled up for the stoned age. Its recounting of the life of the great Russian dancer is set to a schizoid musical score (electronics by Pierre Henry, schmalz by Tchaikovsky...