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...only one on Sweet's album. The song "Wildwood Saloon" describes the travails of a woman of questionable reputation, and two other songs--"Pin a Medal on Mary" and "Stranger in the House," written by the infamous womanizer Mr. Elvis Costello--glorify adultery, which threatens to rend our societal fabric. The mock country-and-western music of these songs only makes them more deceptive, like a wolf in sheep's clothing...
...American slob-hero of Maas' book is Richie Flynn, 33, a poor Irish boy from Manhattan who had a flurry of fame as a New York Giants' running back eleven years earlier. Though still honored on the saloon beat, where he peddles Goldblatt beer, Flynn has gnawing dreams of recaptured affluence. His road to riches is outlined for him by a city hall insider, who shows the ex-jock how he can buy a building condemned by the city and lease it back to New York as a day care center. All Richie needs is title...
Grimy cowboys clanked around in spurs and chaps, six-guns at the ready. Loinclothed Indians eyed them suspiciously from their tepees or wandered casually around campfires. Union Army cavalrymen, in a spirit of truce, hobnobbed with Confederate soldiers in the local saloon...
...wait. Wasn't most of the chow sizzling over campfires Wurst instead of baked beans? And as for the hard stuff being downed in the saloon, wasn't it Steffens Pils and Schnaps instead of redeye? And those redskins turning a little too red in the 90° heat, weren't they powwowing in German? The answer, indeed, was ja. The scene was the long Whitsunday weekend in Bocklemünd near Cologne, where 2,500 members of West Germany's Western Bund gathered in a meadow to dress up as cowboys, Indians and Civil...
Andy Kaufman sheds characters like a cold-sufferer discarding Kleenex. He is not only this indomitable overreacher called simply "Foreign Man." He can be, as easily, a lowlife Vegas saloon singer named Tony Clifton; a heartsick yearner after a lost love from the seventh grade; a ringmaster for a kind of rainy-afternoon kiddie show, full of cartoons and silly songs. In all those guises, Andy Kaufman is a little like a stand-up Pirandello. But what adds particular piquancy to his lavish charades is Kaufman's adamant refusal ever to drop his own mask...