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...even to their own very young children. But to Ralph Schoenstein, his father was the New York version of Superman: "Not a mild-mannered reporter who put on a cape in a telephone booth, but a commanding editor who could use a telephone booth to get tickets to any sold-out Broadway show." Father Paul was city editor of Hearst's New York Journal-American, the U.S.'s biggest evening paper through the '40s and '50s. He had muscular clout as well; his arms were those of "a well-manicured ape." It was intoxicating to hear...
George Carlin is an American artist trying hard to keep growing. Eternity came breathing down his back six months ago in the form of a heart attack. Now, after three nights of sold-out adulation and guffaw at Long Island's Westbury Music Fair, he leans forward from his French Colonial chair in Manhattan's chic Pierre Hotel--he is surrounded by the stuff of decadence--and talks in his familiar streetguy talk, as he must have talked to the neighborhood kids in White Harlem 25 years ago, airing not so much as a hint of malcontent or overindulgence...
...albums are getting played plenty. FM radio seems inundated, Darkness has just gone platinum, and Springsteen, en route to three sold-out concerts at Madison Square Garden later this month, is currently storming the heartland, dishing out 2½ hours of red-hot rock. His E Street Band helps keep things always at the boiling point. They are powerhouse musicians who have raised roadhouse rock to Olympian heights. The driving delicacy of Roy Bittan's piano, Danny Federici's flights of rough-and-tumble fantasy on the organ, and the hang-tough beat of Max Weinberg's drums, Garry Tallent...
George Carlin is an American artist trying hard to keep growing. Eternity came breathing down his back four months ago in the form of a heart attack. Now, after three nights of sold-out adulation and guffaw at Long Island's Westbury Music Fair, he leans forward from his French Colonial chair in Manhattan's chic Pierre Hotel--he is surrounded by the stuff of decadence--and talks in his familiar streetguy talk, as he must have talked to the neighborhood kids in White Harlem 25 years ago, airing not so much as a hint of malcontent or overindulgence...
Almost as fast as he can deliver his trademark "Excuuuusse ME!" Martin has become one of the country's hottest comics, stumbling, smirking and stroking his banjo through a sold-out 50-city headliner tour. The act is a lunatic deluge of sight gags, supercool show-biz parodies, zany body language and well-paced one-liners. Martin seems spacey, and his props appear to be simplistic. But below that surface, the act is as tight as a bear hug, and even the simplest shtik has flip-side gags within gags...