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By Marty Howell
Jason and the Scorchers, patentees
of Nashville rock'n'roll, Music City's
most uninhibited music act and Drum
stick favorites, have returned from
their first European engagement.
Some two weeks after their last Lin
coln appearance on April 3, the Scor
chers embarked on a month-long tour
of England, Germany, Finland, Belgium,
Holland, Italy, Sweden and Switzer
land. Judging from the responses of
the press in those countries, the Scor
chers made a more-than-favorable first
impression.
Notwithstanding the Scorchers world
wide distribution contract with EMI
Records, it was imperative that the
band sway the controlling record com
panies within the nations they visited
companies capable of overriding an
existing contract, according to Jason.
Also on the list of Scorcher goals was
making at least one radio or television
appearance in each country to bolster
their on-stage performances. All this
formed a challenging task for a band
determined to make it on their own,
touring alone rather than opening for
established bands.
First reactions in Europe to the
Scorchers reflected their emergence in
the United States some 2Vfe years ago:
The overseas audiences "didnt know
what to expect . . . mostly they were
shocked," Jason said.
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By Sarah Sieler
More than 65 people attended Steve Hahn's poetry
reading Thursday night at Bennett Martin Public
Library, 14th and N streets.
Hahn's poetry proved worthy of an audience. He
writes about Nebraska subjects with words and
images that are common to the Midwest. But he
takes us beyond our ordinary way of seeing thinks
by using metaphors and comparisons, that are also
rich in Nebraska imagery.
For example, "Lines for My Mother at 55" begins:
Women have gone mad
in country like this;
in winter a white flint
of wind cuts the heart,
in spring the windmill cries
like a hawk slowly dying.
Hahn works as technical writer for computer ser
vices at UNL. Some of his poems will appear in the
fall or winter edition of Prairie Schooner literary
magazine, published by the UNL English department.
'The Boy Friend," a musical comedy in the style of
the boisterous 1920s, will be presented by the UNL
music Theatre at Kimball Recital Hall June 30, July 6
and 7. All performances will begin at 8 p.m.
Regular tickets are $5 and $6. Tickets for students,
children, and senior citizens are $3 and $4. For more
information, call the Kimball Box Office at 472
3375. The concerts at Antelope Park this week include
contemporary classics acoustic guitarist, Larry Mit
chell, on Wednesday, the bluegrass music of the Billy
Adams Trio on Friday; and classical guitarist Dennis
Taylor Saturday. The Lincoln Municipal Band will
begin its series of summer concerts Sunday evening.
The concerts at Antelope Park will be held from 7:30
to 8:30 p.m. in the bandshell.
The Sheldon Film Theatre will show "McCabe and
Mrs. Miller" on Tuesday at 1, 7 and 9 p.m.; "Rules of
the Game" on Wednesday at 1, 7 and 9 p.m.; and
Orson Welles' "The Lady From Shanghai" Thursday,
June 28, through Sunday, July 1, at 7 and 9 p.m.,
with weekend matinees at 3 p.m.
The Gathering Place, a coffeehouse located in a
beautiful old house on the corner of 15th and G
streets, is currently featuring Sid Tingle's waterco
lors of old homes, eight-sided barns, and other
Nebraska buildings. Anita Engleberg's pottery and
several pieces from the Prison Art Guild are also on
display.
The coffeehouse is open on weekdays at 10 am.
for cinnamon rolls, 1 1 am to 1:30 p.m. for lunch and
until 3 p.m. for desserts.
Photo courtesy of Jason and tha Scorchers
Jason of the Scorchers
Using the same approach as at home
("mostly fast stuff," no Slavic folk songs
in the native tongue gimmickry) the
Scorchers discovered the Germans and
Belgians to be most responsive to "ener
gy" while the English and Scandanavi
ans identified more with country, Jason
said.
The tour began in small clubs, most
notably London's "Mean Fiddler," a
genuine U.S. honky tonk reconstruc
tion. The band also played a few small
auditoriums before word leaked through
the Iron Curtain that this was an act to
catch. The tour culminated with killer
shows in Finland and Sweden, after
which the Scorchers make arrangments
for a three-week re-run in July.
On arrival in Nashville, Jason and
the boys took a now-rare two-week
layoff, then went to the studio to cut
takes for their third record, the band's
first full length LP.
Jason said the record, due for release
in January 1985, will be "a lot stronger
than Fervor. ItH be better produced,
better written, easier for listeners to
identify with a nd contain more pride,
confidence and a few surprises.
The Scorchers do not expect to play
Lincoln again until after the release of
their album. But take consolation in
knowing that Lincoln is on the Scor
cher's list of towns that "made them."
Drumstick audiences can lay claim to
witnessing the evolution of a major
rock'n'roll phenomenon.
Meteorologists star in stormy nave
Last week; Otis P. Davenport broke away from
Celeste 's presidential campaign in order to found a
soft-drink business. Meanwhile, Harley Davidson
decided that he, too, needed a paying job.
Harley Davidson lay prone on the living-room
floor, several empty Perky Lites around him. Every
few minutes he raised his head and scribbled some
thing on a notepad.
Otis breezed in. "What's that you're writing, Har
ley?" Harley belched. "Listen to this, old man," he
said. "What I've got here will put the Perky Lite
company in the shade!" He handed Otis the notepad.
Marv Louise
" WHEN FRONTS COLLIDE', " Otis read. "Tiiis
dramatic, sweeping novel reveals the forbidden love
of two young meteorologists as they courageously
battle the fierce weather of Nebraska.
This book, the first of a forthcoming trilogy by the
celebrated Harley Davidson, should not be missed.
For great summer entertainment and meaningful
philosophy, read 'WHEN FRONTS COLLIDE' and
its soon-to-be-published sequels, 'TORNADO WARN
ING ' and 'INTO THE HEART OF THE STORM'!
"I need a drink," Otis moaned. Harley handed him
a Perky Lite.
"No, something real," he said. "Harley, do you hon
estly think you can publish this stuff?"
"I'm not trying to write the Great American
Novel," Harley said, "this is going to be the Great
Nebraska Series. I intend to do one on every state.
Want to know what I've got picked out for Califor
nia? Two young surfers who fight bravely against the
tide..."
"Harley, they call this kind of novel a Harlequin
Romance, and hundreds of people are writing
them," Otis said. "What makes you think a major
publishing house is going to take note of this?"
"Read my first chapter," Harley replied, Otis pick
ed up the notepad, took a drink from his hip flask,
and began to read.
"Chapter One: 'Threat of Showers', "he read. "It
was a dark and stormy night, and several meteo
rologists were gathered about their instruments.
While Lincoln slept, these brave men carried on,
heedless of the danger to their lives.
"For on the radar screen, not twenty miles from
the city, that great enemy of the people, Tornado,
had shown his ugly face. "
"Come on, Harley," Otis said in disgust.
"Read on, read on," said the unperturbed Harley.
"Among those twelve brave souls, none was more
courageous than Thomas Maloney, son of P. J. Mol
oney, Lincoln's first meteorologist Standing fully
seven feet tall, and with a corresponding breadth of
muscle, Maloney could whip a hurricane single
handedly. " 'Ahoy, there, ye landlubbers!' "heroared. "This
is no storm, it 's merely a gen tle breeze! Get on out to
those thermometers, you lily-livered wimps, and get
me the readings! "
"Aren't you being a little excessive there, Harley?"
Otis asked. "I've never heard a weatherman talk like
that."
"Not weatherman, meteorologist!" Harley exclaim
ed. "There's a world of difference between them."
"Well, when's the lady going to come in?"
"Be patient, be patient," Harley said. Otis con
tinued to read.
' 'Maloney 's hesitant colleague, a small, pale man
named Melvin Meens, spoke up. 'Shouldn 1 we wait
a bit, Tom? We might all get swept away in that
tornado!'
Maloney laughed scornfully and blew pipe smoke
in Meens' face.
7 have yet to meet a tornado that didn run from
me, ' he said, putting on his old Hell 's Angels jadect
'I'll go myself, if none of you is man enough to come
with me!' " ,
"That's as far as IVe gotten," Harley said. Otis
declined further comment.
Tanning
take the 'no brain' route
By Tim RIcGrcth
Dear Stan:
I read a new article on tanning called The Native
American Tanning Process" by Dr. D. "Ed" Meete. I
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ancfars
would just like to ask you about some ofthe tanning
methods Dr. Meete suggests. Some of my pledge,
brothers and I are trying is out and we were wonder
ing about possible side or after-effects. Here are
some ofthe methods I'm concerned with: "The hide
is vigorou sly scraped with a bone tool until all the fat
and hair are removed." Now, it only makes sense to
prepare your skin for a deep, vicious tan, but there
has to be a limit to a "no pain, no gain" philosophy of
tanning.
The instructions also say, "The hide is then steeped
in a mixture of urine and brains for a period of one
to four days."
Because of classes I'm limited to only working six
hours a day on my tan so I cut this process down to
one hour. I tend to have lots of room cn our sundack
cfter this.
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Daily Nehraskon
Tuesday, Juno 26, 1984
