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...LOIS Strumpet (CD/LP: K) "I've died/A hundred times nightly/But I did it politely" is only one of the lines on Lois Maffeo's new record that you're likely to remember after you've heard the whole thing through a few times. It's also a good summary of Strumpet, Lois' second LP/CD, whose hushed strums and muttered frustrations will satisfy neither the punk-by-numbers crowd (who've always hated her--she's too wimpy), nor the people whose idea of authentic "folkrock" is, say, the Indigo Girls...
...pronounce) used to be in a duo called Courtney Love, named for, but otherwise unrelated to, Mr. Cobain's troubled spouse. Courtney Love (the duo) used just an acoustic guitar and drums, which meant they could be aggressive, simple and fairly quiet all at the same time. One Strumpet Lois adds electric guitars here and there as well as supple basslines to pull the songs through their minorchord changes; the sound still has a simplicity Lois probably wouldn't mind your calling "folky," though it owes a lot more to obscure British groups (notably the Marine Girls) than it ever...
High jump: 1. Helena Strumpet (BU), 5'6.5"; 2. Monica Velentina (BU), 5'4"; 3. Nichols...
...their collaboration, Everybody Wins. At times it promises to be a study in miscarried justice -- an innocent youth imprisoned for a murder he did not commit. At other times it seems to be about all-encompassing municipal corruption. There are moments between the detective (Nick Nolte) and the flaky strumpet (Debra Winger) when it edges toward, of all things, screwball comedy. But it never settles for long on any style or viewpoint, and it arrives at no dramatic conclusion. In other words, it is a lot like ordinary life, which accounts for its occasional charms. But it is never much...
...radiates onstage. Someday Hollywood will harness her genius, in some movie with a different co-star. After all, who looks at anyone else when Bette Midler is around? It is a privilege merely to watch her walk her walks: the not-quite-ladylike mince, the executive sweep, the strumpet's strut. She lopes easily from City Sadie, the bitch goddess who spits out orders to her lab scientists ("Get tougher rats!"), to Country Sadie, struggling with her press-on nails ("I guess I should've pressed harder") and giddy with her first sip of high life in a Plaza bathroom...