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THE FULL MOON
May, 1988
MOONSHINE
Editor: GREG HARWOOD
ROCK SHOP
By CHIP TAYLOR
What is the ultimate thrill of a rock fan? A rock concert! Being the veteran of eleven
ear-piercing, nerve-damaging shows, I feel that I am qualified to pass judgment on these
concerts. I will tell you which ones I thought were the greatest and the worst; keep in mind
that this is only one dude’s opinion.
The Best Overall: U2 — Atlanta —1987.
This was two hours of straight ahead rock and roll. There were no fancy lights or
stage, just the most passionate, intense rock concert anyone could ever imagine. The band
made the audience feel as if this were a special concert even though it was just one more
show in a four month tour. U2 didn’t give me the impression that they were merely per
forming the music; they were feeling it.
The Worst Overall: Kiss — Charlotte — 1985.
Kiss was the opposite of U2. Lead singer Paul Stanley knew exactly how he was going
to act, what he was going to say between songs, and how he was going to move his “sexy”
body. I quickly got tired of his talking about his “Love Gun” and all his sexual escapades.
Come on Paul, I came to see a rock concert, not an exhibition of profanity and bad taste!
The Best Opening Band: Krokus — Charlotte —1984.
Krokus was on the “Blitz Tour”, opening for Sammy Hagar when I saw them. Opening
for a big name like Sammy puts a lot of pressure on a band, but Krokus came through with
flying colors. They played an hour’s worth of quality heavy metal that I’ll never forget.
Best Hard Rock/Heavy Metal Concert: Rush — Charlotte —1987.
When it comes to playing space-age heavy metal, nobody beats Rush. What these
three guys can do to a ^itar, a bass, and some drums must be seen to be believed. (I also
love the movie screen behind the stage that shows cartoons to go along with the music.)
Best Visual Effects: Pink Floyd — Chapel Hill —1987.
How can anyone describe visual effects? Well, imagine tons of dry ice, 20 laser ma
chines, one-hundred-thousand lights, a big circular movie screen, a hospital bed that flies
across the coliseum, hits the stage, and explodes, a humongous inflatable pig, and a tower
of lights that grows out of the center of the stage and nearly touches the ceiling of the Dean
Dome. All that, with Floyd’s mesmerizing music playing very loud, added up to make the
most spectacular three hours my brain has ever experienced.
Loudest: U2 — Atlanta —1987.
This is a part of rock and roll that isn’t too popular with the over-thirty crowd. The vi
brations from U2’s massive sound system set off earthquake alarms in San Francisco in
1982. Last summer, U2 played an outdoor concert in Rome, Italy, that broke windows and
damaged several homes in the area. I don’t know if any windows were rattled in Atlanta,
but I know my brain definitely got rattled.
Longest: Bruce Springsteen — Chapel Hill —1988.
The Boss played from 8:30 until 12:30 with a thirty minute intermission. At midnight
Bruce played the classic “Rosalita” and the excitement was at a fever pitch. When he
finished that song, everyone thought the concert was over. Bruce took off his guitar and
said, “Hey! I’m just gettin’ warmed up! ” When he finished fifteen minutes later, he, the E
Street Band, and the audience were exhausted. Everyone I spoke with agreed that they got
their money’s worth.
So there’s my opinion of the live rock and roll that has visited this area since 1984. If
you are the kind of person who is content to listen to tapes or records, I seriously urge you
to expand your horizons and get cultural: go to a rock concert.
Until next month, keep rockin’ and dancing in the dark.
Bruce Springsteen
... Gene Simmons
Nudist colony members proudly flaunt their beautiful bare bods.
Bits of Green
Cheese
By CINDY BREWER
AND MARY KAY PAGE
Winky, these hot summer days give me a
bad case of “spring fever”. I’m delirious
with the freedom of summer and the
Myrlte Beach Meat Market. It’s time to
pull out the bikini, baby oil, and hit the
rays. But not for some people; did you
hear about the Nation Nudist Association
of America? The membership is free and
their motto is “bare is beautiful”.
Students at Albemarle High lust over the
sleek, sexy swimsuits and style in modern
sport!§\vear, esptecially the wet look. Who
would you like to see in a G-string bathing
suit this summer?
Me and Dinky want to see Coach Burge
in one because he has the cutest buns!
Palmer Brown daydreams about Samy
Lamp walking down the beach in a G-
string. As for Samy, he has the same
dream about Mrs. Harvey. Doug Talbert
fantasizes about Kelly Blackmon’s rear-
end sporting a G-string. Kelly told us that
he really gets a turn-on from that thought
of Danny Schadt. Scooter Blackmon would
get a kick out of Coach Kluttz in a sexy
swimsuit. Coach Burge told us that Coach
Bright’s behind would look good enough to
eat in one. Senor McGuire has Phillip
Holshouser’s vote for the hottest buns.
Angela Hedrick and Blair Johnson just
couldn’t get enough of Ross Holshouser if
he would don a big G. Mikie’s mouth
waters at the thought of Polly prancing in
a thread. Stephanie Nicholson and Davene
Turner would pay to see Tim Smith and
James Medley in that revealing garment.
When asked, Felicia Collins answered
dreamily, “Line Barringer!” Some
teachers who hit the top of the charts
were: Tim Rushing’s choice, Mr. Mar
shall; Tommy Lockamy and Bobby Rush
ing want to see Mrs. Hathcock; Anton
Baldwin’s favorite would be Mrs. Maske;
and finally, an entire sixth period gym
class voted for their favorite teacher, Mrs.
Bogle. Of the more famous tushes, Mel
Gibson would be Mrs. Dennis’s turn-on,
Robert Redford would be Mrs. Hathcock’s,
Patrick Swayze would heat up Marie
Miller, and Heather Locklear is Reid
Kohn’s G-string fantasy. Our own
“Cheesy” school photographers, Chip Har
ris and Rick Mullis, got top “behind”
ratings from Mary Tucker and Leslie
Swanner. Some mysterious cheeks who
received votes were those of BUD by Angie
Pemberton, Tiger by Ericka Hamilton, C.
Dog by Crystal Moore, Stew-Baby by
Tonya Gudger, and Lucrecia McEuil by
Coach Bright???
and Moe, Larry, and Curly — no, wait, that’s Rush.
DEAR HOPE
Dear Hope,
I like a special boy very much. We
get along very well together and he
treats me as if he feels the same as I
do. He’s such a nice person in every
way. There is a problem, however.
He is of another race. I’m worried
about my family, his family, and our
friends’ reactions. How should I han
dle this situation?
Sincerely,
Trapped
Dear Trapped,
Yours is a delicate position. There
will always be people who cannot, or
will not; accept anything beyond the
expected. This isn’t news to you, or
you wouldn’t be writing. My answer
is strictly my opinion, for what it’s
worth.
The people who love you most
should be dealt with honestly. Tell
your parents and friends the truth.
Reactions may seem negative, but
keep in mind that your happiness
and well-being is foremost in their
concern. You must keep an open
mind if you expect them to open
theirs. This could take time, but the
things for which we struggle and
work with our greatest efforts are
those things which we cherish most.
Our geographical location is NOT
known for tolerance and understand
ing. Enormous strength is required
to withstand rejection and prejudice
— and it will be required of you both.
While it may appear that too much
is against you, and the effort de
manded on your part is too great,
remember that the greatest gift of
life is love. Love comes in a great
variety of forms and degrees, but
each case is a precious and rare
commodity. It can (overcome the
smallness of mankind and the petti
ness of our civilization. Whatever
becomes of your relationship, grow
with the experience.
Always,
Hope