Word: moms
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...attraction. Partch's own libretto alternates between two analogous fleshly rites: the orgiastic reception by female fans accorded to Dion (Obba Babatunde), a Presley symbol, and the lustful revels of the mythic Bacchae in praise of their priapic god, Dionysus. Each principal singer takes two roles. Mom (Suzanne Costallos) falls under the Pelvis' spell, just as her ancient Greek counterpart, Agave, is seduced by Dionysus. When Sonny (Christopher Durham) attempts to intervene, he is, in his alter ego of Pentheus, torn apart by the horde of crazed women...
...glad to know that it has been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, even though quite a few copies of Leaving Home are circulating there. Mavis and I drove up last weekend to see how her Mom's doing after the gallbladder operation. Most everybody was talking about your book (except the Norwegian bachelor farmers, who were not to be diverted from their predictions of a dire winter to come). They had all heard these stories when you told them on A Prairie Home Companion. But radio evanesces. Print is history. It's like going to church: you worry...
Maybe the last word should belong to Mavis' mom. When I got back I found her reading Leaving Home. She looked up and shook her head. "That Gary," she said. "Didn't I always say he was above average?" She smiled. Maybe it was the kind you describe in the book, "the smile she has used all her life on people she'd like to slap silly." But I thought it was more genuine than that...
...school kid in Martins Ferry, Ohio, the factory worker's son who would later become -- in Critic Peter Stitt's phrase -- "one of the very great heroes of American poetry" used to drop by Margret Ashbrook's house and slide his poems across the table for Margret and her mom to see. "He showed us a poem that had the word slob in it, and we told him that was an unpoetic word," recalls Margret. "But he said that's how it is, and that's how he feels, and that's how it's gonna stay. We tried...
...Mom always said it was the devil's music. So why shouldn't the father of '50s rock 'n' roll look like every white kid's slumber-party dream of Satan? A slim body, supple as sin. Wavy hair, drenched in Valvoline and just full enough to hide those telltale horns. A face already etched with pain and promises. Cocoa-color skin drawn taut over Jack Palance cheekbones. A smile that offered a great time on the way down. Chuck Berry might sing about School Days and Johnny B. Goode, but teens knew that his songs -- from the opening guitar...