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Cocker and his friends careened from New York City to Plattsburg to Dallas to Santa Monica, laying down the kind of hard-driving music whose thumping, unrelenting rhythm is almost impossible to resist. The film's four-track stereo sound makes the theater throb, and the camera captures Cocker's famous, frenzied delivery-holy man seized by a vision, sweating, growling, rolling his eyes and moving in great bursts of spastic energy. By contrast Russell surveys the scene with an almost glacial cool as he strums an electric guitar or pounds what remains one of the cleverest rock...
South Marsh Island 73's heartbeat is a powerful oil drill rotating 140 r.p.m., pushing 200,000 Ibs. of pipe with 4,000 Ibs. of pressure. There is an omnipresence about its throb and its beat, shaking the two-storied concrete bunkers the men live in, even as they sleep. It rarely ceases. "Ain't enough wind or rain, ice or fog to ever stop that son of a bitch," one crewman observes with grudging respect...
These days, California's black prisoners are rebelling at places like Soledad, a seeming garden spot in the Salinas Valley that looks like a university campus. Soledad's 960 acres throb with activity: tennis, basketball, weight lifting, a dairy, a hog farm. Inmates earn up to $24 a month turning out toilet paper and handsome furniture for the judges and prosecutors who got them the jobs. But for 180 rebels confined in Soledad's "X" and "O" wings, there is no play or work. Because they scorn prison rules, they are locked up tighter than lions...
...invading explorers from nine different countries man an odd armada that ranges the long shoreline of Indonesia. Their expanding expeditions have already spent well over $100 million, and the cost rises steadily. The gamble, they figure, is worth the price. So the big rigs throb day and night as crewmen drill deep into the continental shelf. They are all racing to tap the same treasure-an undersea source of oil that is far from the dangerous uncertainties of the Middle East and close to the great Japanese market. To make it even more attractive, the oil is "sweet crude," relatively...
PROBABLY the most crucial few moments of the day were spent at Maverick at 9:30 a.m. I had been in the system for four hours, and I was destroyed. Suddenly, my head began to throb and my stomach threatened. I considered turning back. I could go to Government Center, then to Park, and then to Harvard and bed. It could possibly be the most wonderful thing ever to happen to me. I could try this stunt some other day when I was better rested-Thursday perhaps. But that meant getting up at 4:30 a.m. again, and there...