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...Thomson is still actively involved with music. Co-organizer Susan Zielinski, from the Office for the Arts, said, "It was very touching to watch Virgil Thomson attending rehearsals, with his face softening, saying things like `I couldn't be more grateful' after listening to students sing...
...Commission trial is not expected to produce a turncoat as high ranking as Cleveland Underboss Angelo Lonardo, the top U.S. mobster to sing so far. He learned how to be a turncoat the hard way. Charged with leading a drug ring, Lonardo was convicted after a lesser hood, Carmen Zagaria, testified about the inner workings of the Cleveland Mob. Zagaria described how the bodies of hit victims were chopped up and tossed into Lake Erie. Lonardo, who wanted to avoid a life sentence, then helped prosecutors break the Las Vegas skimming case...
...stars are always out in the Los Angeles firmament, but last week it was political, not professional pull that ruled who was in what constellation. Giving her first public singing performance in six years, Barbra Streisand opened her Malibu ranch to the wallets of Jack Nicholson, Bette Midler, Jane Fonda and some 500 others who shelled out an astronomical $2,500 apiece for veal from Spago (very haute) and a backyard concert (very hot). Organized by the Hollywood Women's Political Committee to support six Democratic senatorial candidates, the affair was taped by HBO. Streisand crooned old favorites (People...
...satirists, the Capitol Steps, will be on tap: "Hark, when Gerald Ford was king,/ We were bored with everything./ Unemployment 6%./ What a boring President./ Nothing major needed fixin'/ So he pardoned Richard Nixon." House Speaker Tip O'Neill is coming from the capital. Mercifully, he promises not to sing. Ford will wander in with his old football helmet under his arm, the one Lyndon Johnson claimed Ford never wore...
...audience devours Beehive like a three-foot hoagie. They may stand up and sing The Name Game ("Sarah, Sarah, bo barah, bonana fanna fo farah, fee fi mo marah . . . Sarah!"). They wallow in Lesley Gore's perky petulance ("It's my party and I'll cry if I want to") and sway to the Motown philosophizing of the Supremes ("Baby, baby, where did our love go?"). They thrill again to the eloquent plaint of the Shangri-Las ("Remember, walkin' in the sand") and the sly taunts of the Angels ("My boyfriend's back, he's gonna save my reputation...