Word: songe
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Immediately after Compound Entertainment's performance, Ali took the stage with microphone in hand to begin her three-song set, which included her hits "Daydreamin" and "Boy You Knock...
Spanky Duley is spilling his heart to the Rev. Jim Wilkinson, and it sounds like a country song in overdrive. Spanky's wife left him. The girlfriend who followed left him. The woman he's courting is the sister of his ex-wife's new husband. Wilkinson acknowledges Duley's "difficulties" and congratulates him on the upside--that his young daughter continues to live with him. As the men talk, a changing landscape of fancy houses, junkyards, suburbs and woods unscrolls on either side of them. Two football fields away, over Duley's shoulder, the blue jackstaff light marks...
...somewhat like insisting that Homepride Buttertop is a racier bread than Wonder. In each group's stage shows, nothing more untoward is going on than the obligatory bared torsos and an occasional semi-risque hip movement. Even Elvis Presley in his prime 4 1/2 decades ago was lewder. The song titles are self-explanatory: I Just Wanna Be with You, I Need Love, I'll Never Break Your Heart. Once in a while a kid may sing that he wants to be "your lover," but it's all within the realm of I Want to Hold Your Hand. As always...
...turns out that the hair on my right hand, if you squint at it as if it were one of those 3-D posters, spells out "666." Even scarier, the Sybiline Oracles say the Antichrist will become a popular world leader who secretly harbors sympathy for the devil--a song I own on CD by both the Rolling Stones and Jane's Addiction. And a Polish website states he will be "wonderfully clever, talented and beautiful to look at." Eerie...
...well be that Fosse's dark sensibility will prove even better suited to the '90s than it was to the '70s. How else to explain why theatergoers are cheering a plotless show without a single love song, an evening-long shudder of disillusion in which the women are hookers, the men pimps and the audience voyeurs, gazing raptly at one primal scene after another? You'll hoot at the zany antics of Steam Heat and weep over the sweet sentimentality of Mr. Bojangles, but the picture that will stay in your mind longest is the sinister image of a pencil...