October 9, 1970
The N.C. F.ssflv
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Rocknroll: Contrary to popular
rumor, The Who will not appear at
Duke University in two weeks.
Scheduled to appear, however, is
the Giiess Who (a far cry from The
Who), offering countless renditions
of their major opus, "American Woman."
It's rather obvious, what with the
similarity in names, how the mix-
up occurred. On the brighter side,
Poco, an offspring of Buffalo Spring
field and an excellent country-rock
band, will appear in the near future
at Duke. No date is available yet.
The Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
concert scheduled for Oct. 5 in
Raleigh was cancelled due to Stills'
current problems with the law.
C, S, N & Y are expected to appear,
but don't expect to see them for
several months, probably March at
the earliest. As we understand it,
Donovan and his new group. Open
Road, are booked to play at UNC
(Chapel Hill) sometime this fall.
Again, no confirmed date. If you
care. Three Dog Night will be at
Wake Oct. 17. We'll try to keep you
posted on all this and hopefully we
can separate the rumor from fact.
Perhaps it began at Altamont.
Perhaps it's true that we are indeed
on a "death trip." Something strange
Death is a reality we live with
constantly. Yet, when a person we
love and make legendary passes away,
it seems somehow unfair. We feel
cheated and cannot believe that such
a person can die.
Two weeks ago Jimi Hendrix died
of what are now "undetermined causes."
Now, Janis Joplin, the Queen Bee
of Rock and Roll, is dead at twenty-
I find myself fighting sadness
and pity. What is^happening? Where
are we going? What^^e doing?
Janis Joplin was the first fe
male rock Superstar. She first made
it as a member of Big Brother and the
Holding Company, one of the early
San Francisco/Haight St. bands. At
the height of their enormous popu
larity, she left the band, saying
they no longer provided her with the
musical atmosphere her singing re
She formed a big, loud and brassy
unit that she hoped would serve as a
focus for her incredible, screaming
After six months, Janis was on
her own again, looking for something
new to satisfy her.
A few months ago, she put to
gether a new band. Full Tilt Boogie,
a band that she loved and said she
had been searching for since she dis
covered she could sing.
She was revitalized. There was
a new interest, a new excitement about
the music. A few appearances on the
Dick Cavett show proved that this
band was giving her something others
couldn't. Her performances, even on
the sterility of television, were
sparked with the old tension and
bite; her voice had that character
istic edge to it. Janis looked healthy,
not drawn and haggard, not weary and
jaded. She sounded beautiful.
Janis Joplin sarg the Bluf,s.
She came out of Port Arthur, Texas,
a true On The Road beatnik, but very
nearly shattered by her experiences
in that town. But she could sing. Lord
she could wail. At the peak of her
career, she was compared to her idol,
Bessie Smith. (A few weeks before
her death, in a gesture of love and
respect, Janis bought a gravestone
for Bessie's unmarked grave).
She put herself into every song
she sang. She worked herself into a
rage of misery, of ecstasy, and she
always laid her feelings on the line.
Every time I saw her perform, she
tore herself apart on that stage.
That was the way she was, the way she
Janis Joplin is going home to
Port Arthur, the town that drove her
A newly completed Ip (with the
band) is to be released shortly,
along with a single, "Get It While
She was a real woman, arrogant
and gutty and completely sexual. And
she was a little girl, shy and scared
Janis Joplin is dead. She died
every day. Every time she walked out
Mr. Robert Costelloe will be
teaching classes in three-dimensional
work. He is a native of Dublin,
Ireland, and has studied at the
National College of Art, Dublin; the
Accademia di Belli Arti in Rome; and
was graduated with honors from the
Central School of Arts and Design
He has taught at the Notre
Dame International High School in
Rome, at the Free School of Art in
Dublin, and at the Pocono Art Center
Mr. Costelloe .has exhibited in
London, Dublin (both one-man shows)
and in numerous major group shows
throughout the British Isles. He was
awarded the prize for the outstanding
painter under 25 years of age at the
Irish Exhibition of Living Art.
deep booming voice was capable of pen
etrating Duke's acoustically poor
auditorium. Though his dancing left
something to be desired, his gestures
and simple masculine presence on stage
Vivian Blaine as Hortense was also
quite effective. Her death scene was
possibly the most believably touching
part of the show.
Unfortunately, a number of tech
nical difficulties may have kept the
performance from reaching any sort of
climax. The pace of the show seemed
unbearably slow and the choreography,
though interesting, was not clean
and lacked energy throughout act one.
Most of these things picked up remark
ably in act two but by this time it
was too late. The scenery still seemed
to be moved with a great deal of
difficulty and despite the fact that
they had only one follow spot, it
always managed to illuminate a stage
hand crossing to move scenery during
In short, "Zorba" had all the
characteristics of an excellent musi
cal still in rehearsal. If the danc
ing were cleaner, if the lights and
scenery were used to enhance instead
of detract, and if the general energy
level had risen, then perhaps "Zorba"
might have been an evening of vibrant
musical theater. It was, instead, a
somewhat entertaining disappointment.
It was but an hour later when a
ruddy illuminescence shredded the
dark, inert of the horizon. Rounded
tips of the Kaatskills appeared, bap
tized in the sun's first appendages.
The landscape grew in scope and the
light progressed and the autumnstrewn
I passed into a thickly wooded
section in which I knew my aunt's manor
was located. The foliage, once a shim
mering ceiling of scarlet flakes, soon
deepened to an organic dusk. Large trees
spread about me along the spiralling
band of a road. Roots, like petrified
snakes, made my automobile leap and
groan. The oppressive darkness required
headlights in which to drive.
But, as it came to pass, even the
strong yellow beams emanating from my
car would fail to penetrate the film of
mystery surrounding my situation. A
menacing bat flashed over the road
ahead. An omen? Should I- could I-re-
turn to the bright bustle of The City?
Too latel The moss—girded gateposts
of my Auntie's old house approached,
were left behind me. Thus, by my own
innocent hands, I had conducted myself
into a month of Evil and NightmareI
This week the local colleges and universities are showing the following
films: WAKE FOREST UNIVERSITY-(Tribble Hall) "The Old Fashioned Way" - 1934,
USA with W.C.Fields. Sunday, Oct. 11, 8:30 p.m. "The Cameraman" - 1928, USA
with Buster Keaton. Monday, Oct. 12, 8:00 p.m. NCSA-"Cry the Beloved Country."
Sunday, Oct. 11, 8:30 p,