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Indigo Girls
By SARA SWINSON
Staff Writer
Saturday night at the
Civic Center’s Thomas
Wolfe Auditorium the
critically acclaimed duo
from Atlanta, performed
their special brand of folk
rock music. Emily Saliers
and Amy Ray brought their
acoustic rocic to Asheville
and throngs of enthralled
listeners were treated to
songs like "Closer to
Find","Secure Yourself"
and "Kids Fears” from their
most recent release "Indigo
Girls" along with a few
songs of Amy’s that have
yet to be recorded.
Their live performance
was charged with raw
energy, raspy singing and
excellent guitar playing.
Emily’s soprano and Amy’s'
alto blend together so well it
seemed they shared a
singular voice. The concert
was intimate and personal.
There were no drums,
electric guitars or fog
machines, just two women
singing and playing
guitars.. Yet, it wasn’t
boring or snooty. It was an
electric performance despite
the lack of electric
instruments. They belted
out their songs together in
harmonic accord. Amy
Ray’s voice sounded like
she had gargled with glass
all her life (a la Janice
Joplin). Emily's wasn’t as
hoarse but did have a
distinct "frog in the throat"
quality to it. I kept thinking
"Boy, I wish I could sing
like that." I also kept
thinking "Boy, I wish I
could play the guitar like
that."
Don’t get me wrong, the
music was not
"Greensleeves Revisited,"
first because they used
acoustic guitars doesn’t
mean the show was not fast
paced. Between their raspy
vocals and fast hand guitar
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By TIM PERRY
Review Writer
Looking for something
to do? Here are just a few
suggestions:
Lecture on "Clearcutting
vs. Selection Forestry,"
Thurs. night, Feb. 8, 7-9
pm at Stone Soup,
downtown Asheville. Call
258-8737 for info.
Puppetry and Clowning
Conference at Abigail’s Bed
and Breakfast, Ridgecrest,
Feb. 23-25, March 9-11,
April 6-8. For more
information call (704)
669-5196.
McDibb’s has some
interesting things lined up
Blood Money
Shannon Ann Hodgins
Is your bank account so
low that checks don’t even
bounce...they just kind of
roll? I know the feeling.
There’s not too many places
to get a job around here
either. It’s either $3.35 at
M-AC or pray Mom gets a
whim to decorate the inside
of your mailbox with the
color green.
Well, I’m never in luck.
Yes, I admit it, I sold my
body for money. Many
other students do it too. No
,I’m not talking about any
four letter words, I am
talking about plasma.
The Alpha Plasma
Center, located off
Merrimon Ave. in
Asheville, will actually pay
you for plasma. It is not
that difficult and you can
receive $12 dollars the first
three times. There’s five
extra dollars in it for you if
you can find another idiot.
excuse me..friend to bring
along.
Here’s the scene. You
walk in and some guy
immediately looks at you
veins with a sadistic ^n on
his face. You sign in and
have a seat. Now, let me
tell you, some of these
people that give plasma all
the time are actually decent
folks. Just take off all you
jewelry, leave your wallet
and I park at the music store
across the street, not in their
parking lot.
After a short while you
get the usual finger prick.
That’s the worst part to me
(being that I passed out)
Well, your on your way. In
light of these unusually
promiscuous days your
blood is tested for the HIV
Vims (AIDS), hepatitis, the
V.D.’s, and other nasty
things.
A waiting period ensues
and then an ominous voice
More Love Letters
for the next couple of
weeks:
David Wilcox, a
Montreat favorite, will be
there this Sat. night, Feb.
10th, and also next Tues.
Feb 13th.
Mark Shuttleworth,
Feb. 6th, and Bill Melanson
Feb 7th. Michael Cody,
Feb 8th, and Roily Grey,
and Sunfire Friday Feb 9th.
Next week: Brother
Boys Wed. night, Feb 14th,
John O’Connor Thursday,
Feb 15th, Jonathan
Edwards Friday, Feb 16th,
and Phil Johnson and Jeff
Wilkinson Saturday, Feb.
17th.
Hear me my love,
I am overcome with joy, but
must expressmy fellings not
in action but in prose, only
hinting at my profound love
for you. Your name was
whispered to me this
morning as I awoke with the
softness of down and the
purity of moutain dew.
Again during the day the
wind brought to me your
name as it curled past the
trees and swam through the
grass. Your mane alone
tugs at my heart like Spring,
and your presence
commands that I relinquish
my very soul to you. I do
adore you my love, you are
the appple of my eye, you
are wholesome as milk and
pure as gold. I bathe daily
in the sunrise that your
smile commands and pray
often that it will be your
radient face that is next to
mine every morning for the
remainder of my life. My
love to you is manifested
through a rose and a kiss.
Kissing Bandit
I look back and what do
I see
Someone searching—
It was me
As the sun falls, so do
my dreams
I found true love or so
it seems
I’m afraid of failure
just like before
There never seems to
be an open door
What will it take for
me to see it
through
I can’t think of anything
-but you
I can’t t^e the way it’s
been
So help, before the sun
sets on me again
-Gary Helms,
to the girl I dream of being
with-you know who you are
Michelle- I’ve sat here
trying to find the right
words to say. . . those
calls your name. They have
these neat little couches,
kind of like psychiatrists
have. I would also advise
you to bring a book, the
magazines are from 1963.
The moment comes. The
needle.
It is the same kind that is
used for giving blood,
except it is used for the
whole routine. One bag is
taken out of your body, put
through a centrifuge to
separate the blood and
plasma. A short time later
that 'nice’ guy puts your
blood cells back in to you in
the same way he removed
them, that's where they
belong anyway.
The whole experience and
the whole place actually
wasn’t half bad at all. As a
matter of fact, for $12, I
would do it again, and
probably will. Hey,
anybody wanna go next
time, I don't mind the extra
$5.
You've faind tbc place that waa
eluded to, but ifs not that easy for
youtowinfood. Ifyougotoaplace
that's yellow and black ycull find
that you’re truly cn the right track.
Co east and go west but not north or
south for the prize is hidden socw*
where dear to your mouth.
impossible words that say
more than 'I Love You’.
The words I’ve found ^e
not my own (but then again,
words will never express
my feelings for you). . .
"And who was I always
asking so much of you. So
to make you prove your
love time after time. . .
From now on. I’m gonna
love you like there’s no
tomorrow. I don’t wanna
wait until our time has come
and gone. I’m gonna hold
you, now more than ever.
I’m gonna love you, from
now on!"
Love Always,
Dave
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