Word: next
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...have suffered a belated sophomore slump. In his defense, the standard that he is judged by is a difficult one to uphold. Harper unabashedly admits that he is deeply influenced by the holy Trinity of popular music--Dylan, Marley and Hendrix. No one is expecting him to be the next folk, reggae or guitar God, but Harper does appear to have a refined musical sense. This alone holds him to some level of expectation...
...Hard to tell how to take what happens next: Iggy rocks out, albeit with a new song. Whilst Iggy was crooning all acoustic like and you were paying attention to the audience, his band members ambled out sans subtlety and picked up their instruments, so that when the next song is loud and fast, it's neither surprising nor especially heartening. Is Iggy, y'know, disavowing this soft and earnest crap he was just feeding us? Makes it worse if even he doesn't have his heart in it. This new song: "Ya yo hablo espaol" goes the refrain ("Espaol...
...Even harder to tell how to take what happens next: Iggy and his flunkies play "Raw Power," letting loose enthusiasm genuine and copious. Hard to criticize Iggy performing one of his great songs, and performing it pretty well. And there's the problem, I think. When Iggy was in the Stooges--before they became VH-1 "Behind the Music" material--the Stooges meant something. Sure they were a buncha high school drop-out glue-sniffing losers who made a hellacious garage noise with instruments they could barely play, but they had something to say. Basically: "screw you, I am human...
...attempt their P-Funk-parodic magnum opus. "Okay, this hasn't worked for the last six nights," Gene told the crowd, "But if we all concentrate really hard I bet we can get the Poop Ship to descend on Butt-F**k, Mass., or wherever we are." The next 15 minutes could only be described as a paean to the mothership of all things flatulent. It began as a trudging grind-core chant to the ship itself, progressed through a rendition of every fake farting noise that can be coaxed from the human body and came to a head with...
...Judy Ann Goldman, whose gallery is across the hall, is not so willing to make such generalizations, pointing out that tastes are as divergent as styles of art. Howard Yezerski, next door to both Goldman and Miller Block, has a rather positive outlook on the whole: He points to the large number of universities and art schools in Boston as a special resource that other cities simply do not possess. To Yezerski, at least, not only is gallery space more easily and more cheaply had in Boston, but its crowds of university students lend Boston an unusual, and indeed incomparable...