The Carolina Journal Sept. 2, 1968 Page 8
Hug^ums Gather for Trip
Autumn is in the air and the
leaves are beginning to take on
their fall garments. The anxiety of
the fall semester begins to set in
for real. It is accompanied by a
certain restlessness-the urge to
run free once more before getting
down to the serious business of
being a scholar. Men (and women)
listen to the call of the foreign,
the wild, the primeval. At night,
one realizes that the moon and
stars would appear far more
beautiful from a mountaintop.
Why wait?
The Hug’ums are an informal
non-organization of friends who
cannot turn their backs when the
fall forests issue their summons.
They come from all around,
rallying together to enjoy the
wonderfulness of the great
put-of-doors. The time to gather is
once again near. Sleeping bags and
hatchets are brought out of musty
closets. Pans and hatchets rattle
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Entertainment
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Marlena socks it to you from the surface of the Cadet disc with a |
gusto that is almost un-America. “1 Stayed Too long at the Fair” is ,
lendered in a flashy style with a jazzed-up beat in the way that only i
Miss Shaw can carry without letdown. Her presentation of “Alone I
Together” has the sophisticated taste of dancing at The Cheetah and
.midnight coffee at Jilly’s. In the midst of the crowd. On a subwayi
before noon. Central Park on Sunday afternoon. And then I
•Somewhere in the Night” (Naked City Theme) flows gently from!
the throat of the artist. And the listener is ready to go off into the i
dark with a very, very dear friend. I
i Also Laugh—In
I If you like to watci. the ROWAN AND MARTIN SHOW (and who
" is willing to admit that he doesn’t) will really dig the new
k “Laugh-In” album. The sparkling intellectual wit of Goldie Hawn
I and the unbelievable beauty of Ruth Buzzi almost leap out of the
f album and sock it to you. Sure it’s ridiculous, loud, repetitive, and
i silly; but typically American. Dick Martin’s non sequiters and Arte
I Johnson’s impersonations suffer only a little from lack visual aids.
I And Henry Gibson’s pathetic poems are still relatively funny. The
J rest of the album, especially the “knock. Knock” sequence, are
a lacking without the visual aids. The album is full of punctilious little
I quotes like “here come de judge”, “How 1 Got It Socked to Me by
Henry Gibson... pretty much in the usual way”, and “What do you
mean my head doesn’t cast a shadow?” The Cocktail Party sequence
comes across pretty well, and Barbara Felton interview is well
presented, but much of the other sequences on the album just don’t
quite make it. It’s the type of album that’s fun to listen to at a
party.
Singles
* “Don’t Rain on My Parade” by Jack Jones is a quick-moving
version of that song from FUNNY GIRL on the Kapp label. His
i rendition of “People” on the other side; however, is the more
■ attractive of the two. Mr. Jones really tells it like it ought to be
" with feeling.
4 Erroll Garner’s jazz composition of “Up in Erroll’s Room” is a i
■ sparky, but mediocre, tune on the piano. One’s first impression on A
y hearing it is to turn it over. Don’t. “The Coffee Song”, on the flip I
hearing it is to turn it over. Don’t. “The Coffee Song”,'on the flip
side, is no winner
“Shades”, by Pat Williams and the Band, is a swinging i
instrumental, highlighted by an electric organ. The flip side is even I
better. It’s the most pleasing version of The Beatles’ “Elanor Rigby” *
to be released in quite a long time. It’s this week’s pick as best single.
It’s a Verve.
Cadet s release of Looking Thru the Eyes of Love” by the
gracious Miss Marlena Shaw is another fine disc. She’s a real “soul
sophisticate”, and shows it on this cut. “Anyone Can Move a
Mountain is on the back, if there really is an “other side” to this
release.
Next Week
If you dig novelty tunes, we’ve got a real winner for you- “Big
Fanny” by Neil Ray. This Plantation release is a parody on Jimmy
Dean’s “Big John” from the early sixties. Fanny is a VC fighter who
“turned up one day in a wet rice paddy”. “She was big and she was
bad. She was also kinda sad. There wasn’t anybody who could put
Big Fanny down. She was big, and fat, and ugly, and she weighed
300 pound. “This girl is worth talking about, singing about, and
laugliing about. Anyone who hasn’t heard this disc just doesn’t know
where it’s at. “Just looking stupid and standin’ stiff. And even the
dogs refused to sniff at Big Fanny...”
The Howard Roberts Chorus has out a single release of “Lady Will
Power” from his album of the same title. It’s a hit. The flip side, i
“Dream a Little Dream of Me,” is a little tame for the tastes of most
college-age cats- kind of subdued- but it is still music for “sitting on
a sofa on a Sunday afternoon”. |
Brook Benton has turned a commercial into a good thing- his own |
thing. And that’s the title of the Cotillion disc- “Do Your Own
Tiling”. Nice, soft, Brook Benton. On the other side Brook says, “1 j
Just Don’t Know What to Do With Myself.” Just keep on singing. I
Brook. '
If any great questions should arise in the readers’ mind(s), such as,
"WJiere around Charlotte can one hear the psychodelic sounds of I
hard rock?”, it will not be a surprise. One really has to search to find I
it. To hear most of the sounds reviewed in this column, a good hint
would be to tune in to WYFM from eiglit til one on Saturday nights j
for a program entitled “Underground”. WYFM is the pioneer station
in Charlotte with the new sounds. Once You’ve found out what it’s
all about at 104 FM, you’ll want to know where it’s at. Try the ,
Bamboo Lounge on Wilkinson Boulevard. Nuff said.
What’s the plural of WIT? Would you believe WITNESS? Next
I week I’ll be joined by an associate (accomplice?
down the hallways, strapped to a
heavy belt. The odor of bacon
cooked over hickoy fires. Orange
juice and vodka breakfasts. Hearty
laughts, strange stories over a
warm fire. The sound of a guitar
in the background drowned out
by the sound of an ax on a log.
Chopping. The shadow of a huge
tent discends over the entire
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camp.
Who could resist such
temptations as these? The time is
near. Hug’ums, arise! October 18.
Ask around; the word will spread.
Anyone interested in a great
weekend in the shadow of
Hawkbill Mountain is invited.
Maggots, APOs, colonists, SCL
members, or just plain
independents. Get in touch with a
member of the JOURNAL staff.
Journalism Club
There will be a meeting this
Friday to discuss the feasibility of
a Journalism Club at UNC-C.
There is presently no means for an
interested student to receive
indoctrination in the field of
journalism except THE
CAROLINA JOURNAL, and
UNC-C is one of the few public
colleges and universities in the
state of North Carolina which
offers no course in journalism for
academic credit. There is a
possibility that a journalism
organization might stir enough
interest to call attention to this
phase of education. Such an
organization could also serve as an
aid to the JOURNAL and produce
more skilled writers and reporters
for the campus publications.
seri(^
According to JOURNAL edit
R. T. Smith, “There is a
case of neglect here on
journalistic side of acaden-'
There are few people on tS
campus who know the ‘ins’ j,
‘outs’ of the newspaper businj,
There is advertising,
writing heads, make-up, and 4
aesthetic canons of journalism
be considered,”
All
asked
interested students
to come to B-6 in jj
basement of the University (Juu
at 11:30 this Friday. Those
can not come, but are interesii
are asked to give their nanie
one of the JOURNAL
members listed in the staffbox"
page 6 of the JOURNAL.
Sti
The Baron Revisited
Ranchers’ Exodus
Things went from bad to worse,
and the Badlands ranchers began
to pack up and head
elsewhere-leaving the land and
the fighting to the people who
really had an interest in the war.
There were so many marshals and
herders in the badlands that them
new-fangled aero-planes couldn’t
crash without killing six of one or
a half-dozen of the other.
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bunch of new ranchers decided to
try for the Baron’s job. (They all
promised easy answers to difficult
questions and they all won. The
only ones who lost were the
townfolk.) And just when things
started to settle down in the west,
a bunch of swineherders back-east
turned their pigs loose on the
neighboring farms. If there’s
anything a cattleman hates worse
than two sheepherders, its a
swineherd.
Most fairy-tales have happy
endings, and this one is no
exception. The Baron married off
his daughters to a couple of
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"Would you buy
from this man?"
deputies, bought controling
interests in a chain of saloons, and
went back to being a school
teacher in a Texas law-school. His
successors, mediocre men at best.
did their best to do their besi,
that was only a poor perform
after the Baron’s gK
achievements. As baron’s go,
Baron was one of the great
just a shame he didn’t like sli
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
the townfolk were getting tired of
paying high prices for their beef
and began to threaten to lynch
the Baron, (A few widowed wives
said things too, but you don’t put
things like that in fairy-tales.)
Sensing that he had finally
over-played his hand, the Baron
souglit to save the integrity of the
ranch by sending his pony-express
all over the world in search of
A Slick Gunslinger
peace.
To make a long tale short, a
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