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September... . 23rd to 30th 1982

    

The Other Press

 

George Thorogood duck-tailing his
way across the stage of the Kerrisdale
arena while strumming his white
hollow body electric guitar, pounding
out the traditional rock riffs to a crowd

  

mostly composed of white anglo saxon
athiests between the ages of fifteen
and twenty-seven who live in the
Greater Vancouver area and happened
to be attracted by this kind of music.

 

Photo by lan Hunter

 

Rita Coolidge Really Cool!

The performance in the
Orphiem last Thursday night
by Rita Coolidge, left mixed
feelings among an almost
full house. (

Throughout the first half
of the concert she did several
cuts from her Greatist hits’
and ‘Satisfied’ albums. Typi-
cal of Orphiem audieces,
several people complained
that the music was too loud.
This slight miscalculation on
the part of a _ technician
seemed to inhibit the close-
ness she tried to achieve with
her audience, At one point
she went out beyond the
monitors to try and get a
little closer to the people, but
unfortunately the responce
just wasn’t there.

Backed by a five piece
band and two vocals, Rita

provided a good blend of
blues, rock & roll and bal
lads. She introduced a few
cuts off her new album due
to be released in January.

Throughout the. concert_I
couldn’t help getting the
feeling that she was used toa
little more audience participa
tion. I for one felt a little
restricted stuck in my seat.

Her brother, who plays

lead guitar, has this strange”

semi-spastic manner coupled
with a phenomenal talent
that continually drew my
attention. There was definit-
ely no shortage of talent
anywhere on stage that
night.

There seemed to be no
momentum in the second
half of her show; the sound

problems had been eliminat-
ed and she set about making
people move.

After what seemed a rath-
er abrupt ending, she return-
ed for three encores. During
each, the amount of people
dropped drastically.

For the third encore, and
definitely the finale, she
invited the remaining fans
down front, (a nn no at the
Orphieum). The remaining
fifty or seventy five people
were treated to some hard
driving Rock and Roll that
had everyone moving, defi-
nitely what she wanted to
accomplish in the first place.

by Gary Harris &
Debbie Dobsom

I’m a culinary cretin. I
burn eggs. I scald Camp-
bell’s soups. I put pots of
water on the wrong burner,
but I do make a decent
ice cube.

I have tried, mind you,
slaving hours over messy
bowls, eyebrows ghostly
white from flour, nose itchy
red from spices, but it has
always been to no avail. A
simple gravy, made with
beef bouillon cubes, emerg-
ed with a strong squid-like
odor.

I came to detest kitchens.
The joy of cooking was
obviously a public relations
gimmick. I would gallop to
no gourmet.

But all this may soon be
history. There’s a new
course available for the likes
of me. The time table’s flex-
ible, the tuition ’s just $7.95

and there’s only one text-_

book. It’s Food 101, a new
cookbook from McGraw-Hill
for the students with a
dietary dilemma.

Concordia University
graduate Cathy Smith pes-
tered friends, foe and fowl
for more than a year to
gather 122 time-tested re-
ipes. The result is a greatest
hits compilation of the best
in student fare, from the
bleak (Buck-and-bit Hash) to
the chic (Quiche Lorraine,
the ‘‘real man’s’’ cheese
pie).

“In the nuclear family no
one helps in the kitchen,’
author Smith said in Toronto.
recently’ ‘‘ so they’ve never
had to make meals for any-
one. That all changes when

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you're out on your own for
the first time.’’

Food 101 is Smith’s effort
to talk down panicky kitchen
klutzes like she used to do in
her university days. She
takes nothing for granted.
She defines words like ‘‘par-
broil’’, ‘‘baste’’ and ‘‘saute’’
(which I had long taken for
punishments from the
French Revolution). Each re-
cipe comes with step-by-step
instructions, complete with
important cooking tips, sery-
ing ideas, and an idiot’s list
of needed utensils. Food 101
is the Charles Atlas of cook-
books.

One is expected to test
recipes when reviewing a
cookbook. I didn’t. That
would have been too cruel,
both for the author and for
my diner guests. Instead I
have gnoshed, nibbled and
scarfed my full share of a
smattering of these dishes
and have found them yum-

my.

The Stick-to Your-Ribs Beef
Stew did just that. Vic’s Chili
had me hollerin’ and a-
snortin’. The author herself
whipped up a méss of Glazed
Lamb Chops. Oink. Nothing,
nothing at all, was hard black
and squid-like.

There’s other dee-lish re-
cipes in Food 101, like soups
and sandwiches and veggies
and casseroles and salads.
Now all I gotta do is find
someone to cook’em up.
(Honest, I do dishes!)

BY Tom Hawthorn for Can-
adian University press

by Stan Pickthall

September 3rd was a night of hard,
fast rock and roll in the Pacific
Coliseum as Van Halen played to an
almost full house. David Lee Roth's
hoarsely sexual sexual vocals kept the
audience perched on the edge of their
seats as Edward Van Halen slew them
slew them with his mighty axe.

The evening began with the fine
British Band After the Fire. This
foursome will soon be a class act.
(Watch for a forthcoming debut
album!!) However, they could not
hold the interest of this heavy metal
audience, who were impatient for Van
Halen to arrive.

And arrive they did, rocking off the

 

\ chords of a re-worked ‘‘Maybelline‘‘.

From there we witnessed the incred-
ible power of ‘‘Running With the
Devil‘‘, ‘‘Jamie‘s Crying‘‘, ‘‘Every-
body Wants Some‘‘, and ‘‘Dancing in
the Street‘, along with more than a
dozen other songs from the band’s five
albums. The audience stood in their
seats for the Van Halen-ized versions
of ‘You Really Got Me‘‘, ‘Pretty
Woman‘‘, ‘‘You‘re No Good‘‘, and
““Where Have All the Good Times
Gone".

The bass guitar and drum solos by
Michael Anthony and Alex Van Halen
were very effective, but it was the lead
guitar solo by Edward Van Halen that
we were all waiting for. Eddie is an
incredible guitarist who can shift from
gentle finger-picking melodies to
raunchy karate-chop chords in a
momentary transition. He made his

guitar sing and cry and blew the
audience away with lightning-fast
riffs.

The man who fronts this band is
David Lee Roth, lead vocalist and
lyricist. Roth is the most blatantly
sexual singer I have ever seen. (Sorry
but I missed the Tubes!) At one point
he said to a member of the audience:
“IT hope you're enjoying the show
because after it‘s over I‘m going:to be
fucking your girlfriend!‘‘ At another
point he appeared in a pair of black
leather pants with the seat cut out of
them, and strutted around the stage
like the ultimate image of male
sexuality. While theatrics of this type
are how Roth promotes his and the
band‘s image, I personally find his
style to be somewhat tasteless and
lacking in class, however, Roth‘s

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Van Halen; After The Fire

antics were eaten up by the rest of this
primarily juvenile crowd.

Aside from this minor complaint, my
only other protest is that the sound in
the upper blues (which was the only
place I could get seats on a day’‘s
notice) was wholly inadequate. But
that can hardly be blamed on the band,
who gave a performance that will not
be soon forgotten.

Indeedm, the audience brought
them screaming down for not one, but
two encores that left us reeling in our
seats long after the main coliseum
lights returned.

Me? I was sitting home two hours
later listening to Van Halen‘s latest
album: Diver Down.

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