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...music bubbles along behind him with a tinkling McCartneyes que chorus, underscoring the naivete of the singer. Then he sings "I see the laws made in Washington D.C./I think of ones I consider my favorites..." Favorite laws? He loves civil servants too? Suddenly this engaging paen to the comfortable life has become a vision...

Author: By Joseph B. White, | Title: Punk Without Punks | 2/6/1978 | See Source »

...liked Waiting for Godot, you'll love this album. But if you are turned off by the idea of troubled monologues, spoken by a "70s Man" surveying the new vacancy, devoid of the anger that animates a punk like Johnny Rotten, then save your bread. "Q'est-ce que c'est Talking Heads" indeed...

Author: By Joseph B. White, | Title: Punk Without Punks | 2/6/1978 | See Source »

...history ($195 million), the film may very well break European records too. In Paris, where it opened last October, 1 million people went to see the robots, Artoo Detoo and Threepio, at the annual toy show, and kids say goodbye with a wave of the arm and a "Que la force soit avec toi." Their parents are standing in line too, and journals have hailed its brave statement of the human spirit...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Show Business: Second Strike | 1/2/1978 | See Source »

True to his word, the murderer struck again last week, creeping up behind a couple parked on a tree-shaded street near a disco-théque in the borough of Queens and firing four shots from his .44-caliber Charter Arms "Bulldog." Though Judy Placido, 17, and Salvatore Lupo, 20, his tenth and eleventh victims, were wounded, both miraculously survived. But the latest, and most publicized, attack tightened the grip of fear on neighborhoods in Queens and in The Bronx, where the bizarre, psychopathic killer has chosen his targets...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Behavior: Son of Sam Is Not Sleeping | 7/11/1977 | See Source »

...well-shaped or the merely well-heeled-and just about anyone else who yearns to break out of 9-to-5 humdrum into a space-age world of mesmeric lighting, Neronian dècor and, of course, music, music, music. They are the new breed of discothèque, moth-gathering hotpots of the urban night. Discomania is the latest passion of faddish, fickle American city dwellers, turning daytime Jekylls and Jacquelines into nocturnal and nonma-levolent Hydes and Heidis gyrating through smoke and decibels in a Cinderella world of self-stardom...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Living: Hotpots of the Urban Night | 6/27/1977 | See Source »

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