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Walking through campus, chewing on mints, we anxiously eyed the horizon, fighting off fears that it was an enormous hoax, that we were about to be trapped, mobbed and burned by ferocious hordes of Smith women too long victimized by male invaders. "No!" we would scream, as they tied us to the stake, "No! We're not marauders. We are but simple voyagers to the innocent days of fourth grade past. Avast, ye scurvy broads, we bring not lechery and disease, but valentines and tootsie-roll pops." Well, maybe we wouldn't say that, but it was a hell...
Bullet's best live cut, "Baggage," exemplified the success of this mix. "Baggage" has all the elements of a truly classic and anthemic rock song: an attention-grabbing opening, a powerful hook, an extended vocal scream, and last but not least a bitchin' solo. (For those of you who are now realizing that I live in Adams House and are suspecting me of some homeground bias, let me assure you that one listen to this cut would be enough to dispel all your reservations as well as whatever wax has built up in your ears.) Although their songwriting...
...group. The women are often alone in a new environment, like a college campus. Compared with other women, the victims generally suffer from lower self-esteem and are not very good at asserting themselves. One woman, raped by her date at a fraternity party, said she decided not to scream for help because she did not want to embarrass the rapist...
...while the manager rushes about waving correction slips and time cards. Then we're in the service area, cranking out the final tasks. Both choosing the same moment to drag out an ice cream tub, we collide. Eyes bugging, faces centimeters apart, we break into a primal scream duet. Nancy joins us, and we all scream again, faces flushed, drowning out the music, and then finally collapsing into exhausted laughter. Closing time...
...DeLago. Midler's most powerful number, Stay with Me (best heard on the sound-track album of her 1980 concert film, Divine Madness), is the plea of a woman to her departing lover. Her mood is desperate; her sexual pride has been flayed raw. She can only beg and scream. Bette scorches the soul with this one. In six minutes she wrings out herself and the song, and mops up the audience as well. Her cover versions of all these songs make the originals sound like demo tapes...