Tuesday, April 15, 1986
Daily Nebraskan
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By Scott Schmidt
Staff Reporter
Attention starving artists: Starve no
more. Amen Art Gallery, 340 N. 27 St.,
offers maturing and established artists
a chance to display and sell their art.
Contributing artist Uma Gupta said
many artists in Lincoln need their work
displayed.
"The gallery gives them a chance to
display their work, whereas other gal
leries in Lincoln may not," Gupta said.
Hon Amen, an abstract "painter whose
art has been shown throughout the
l',S owns Amen Art Gallery. Amen's
partner, Pat Wall, screens incoming
art, and helps organize displays.
"We're not connected wit h any school
or organization," Amen said. "We're
wrv liberal in what we hang."
Sex, baseball, art and
combinations thereof
There are many things one can do
during a beautiful Sunday afternoon;
school work is not even on the list.
A few Sundays ago, I woke up in the
early afternoon when my body finally
decided that it couldn't possibly take
any more sleep. I had to go and fetch
tlie fat Sunday paper on my porch.
Oiice outside, I noticed the key was
blue and t he breeze was warm. It was a
beautiful Sunday afternoon, the last
tiling I wanted to see was all my
homework.
Stew
Magnuson
I looked for my horoscope.
Virgo (Aug. 23 to Sept, 22)
Today is not good for introspec
t (ion. Any search for your true
1 self will reveal 7io one.
My next priority was food. I went
into my kitchen and faced the eternal
dilemma. I could either fix something
in my kitchen or go around the corner
and get a cheeseburger.
If I fixed something at home, I would
have more dirty dishes to wash. I hated
washing dishes. I had just washed my
dishes three weeks ago and I already
had to do them again. To avoid these
dishes, I could go pick up a cheese
burger, which meant spending money I
didn't have. Besides, it would make me
falter. Such dilemmas rule my life.
1 decided on Pizza Rolls because
they don't create many dirty dishes.
Later, I sat on my porch, joyously eat ing
my Pizza Rolls and drinking a Coke
i when something terrible happened. I
j bit into one of the pizza rolls only to
discover that it was an egg roll! After
some inspection I discovered that three
of the 12 pizza rolls were, in fact, egg
rolls! I was enraged.
How did Egg Rolls get mixed in with
Pizza Rolls? It's not that I dislike
Jeno's Egg Rolls that much, but when I
bite into a Pizza Roll, I expect to taste
Entertainment Letters
Harry not a has-been?
This is in response to "wretched,
weird, wonderful women, woo, win over
the musical masses." (Daily Nebras
kan. April 11).
Since it obviously took you a great
deal of time and effort to come up with
such new and creative lines as "Easily
make your turntable melt," "Funkiest
s"und around." and "most bizarre," we
'''i- umhfMand howyuu could oeilook
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ome on Scott, what's the deal?
Arts is Eefterftai
Amen Art Gallery is open now for
display and sales. They will be having a
grand opening "probably in May," Wall
said.
"We need to fill all of the wall space
with good art," she said.
Wall said she and Amen also would
like to have shows of a single artist's
work and of young peoples' art in the
future.
"We hope to attract those whose
work may not be sophisticated enough
yet for large galleries t o appreciate and
want to show," Wall said. "We hope to
be able to spot talent that is blooming
and to encourage it."
The gallery will display all types of
art, from water colors to sculpture.
Artists price their own work. If it's sold,
the gallery takes 25 percent of price.
pizza, not egg. There could be a lawsuit
here, I thought, and decided to call my
lawyer the next day.
After my unjust lunch I decided it
was time to get some work done. I had a
novel to read before Monday.
After two hours on the porch, I man
aged to read about six pages. I'm not a
slow reader, but somehow, every person
walking by my porch was more fasci
nating than the novel. Even though I
had just slept 10 solid hours, I had to
close my eyes and soak up the sun.
I should read this novel, I thought,
but 1 really don't want to. My whole life
is a conflict between what I really want
to do and what I think I should do.
What I really wanted to do was abso
lutely nothing but to sit back, let the
sun warm me and just think. What I
really should have done was finish
homework.
I opted for the former, and sat on the
porch watching people go by and think
ing about life. But soon guilt over
whelmed me. The payment for doing
what I want ed, was a load of guilt. I had
to do something "constructive." I
thought about reading the rest of the
Sunday paper. But current events bore
me. The only things that matter to me
anymore are art and sex, and combina
tions there of.
After Major League Baseball starts
all I think about are art, sex, baseball
and combinations thereof. But these
three topics are broad enough to occupy
anyone's time.
I decided to write something. I
thought about my next "humor column
for the DN. I was planning on a whole
column devoted to the Finnsiers. After
all, a Finnster wrote me a letter think
ing me for all the publicity i Rave t. hem
in a recent article, so think what a
whole column could do for their cam is.
But instead of the column. I started
writing a novel, "Tropic of Li.voh. " It
is about a starving young college pru
dent who thinks about nothing but sex
and art and combinations there of, but
has an untimely death after having an
allergic reaction to an egg Egg Roll.
The novel didn't go well. In fact,
neither did the wh.ue day.
Blondie's albums sell enough for three
of them to be made on compact discs,
and yet she doesn't even make your
has-been list?
Bart Goddard
graduate student,
mathematics
.Jim Bailey
juriio;.
industrial engineering
Editor's note: Harrah did men
tion Harry, but his statement
was cut out in editing.
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By Charles Lieurance
Senior Reporter -
Most cf the stdt we ct In the
mail frcm record companies I wind
up using as tluercck for my pellet
gun (looks a lot like En army issue
.45 automatic and scares the den
tures out of my neighbors). Shards
of bad records make good fishing
tackle, wind chime sets for Christ
mas presents, conceptual mobiles,
etc.
Record Review
Some of them, I actually review.
That which is not hanging by silk
strings in my grandmother's house
or littering some thicket along the
Platte River is here:
ELO, "Balance of Power" CBS
This is the only band I know of
that was better when it had artistic
pretensions. In the 70s their orchest
ral arrangements of simple pop
songs were unmistakable, if not
entirely satisfying. It was pretty
easy to tell ELO from the rest of the
flea-bitten pack of corporate art
rockers.
Sure, their "Beethoven of rock"
pose was a saccharine rehash of
Emerson, Lake and Palmer, but
then again, "Evil Woman" and "Tele
phone Line" are infinitely more
listenable than anything ELO ever
touched to vinyl.
This new LP is a stinker, no mis
takes there. Since they dropped
their only gimmick in favor of pop
standardization and windy synth
swoops that are supposed to make
up for full orchestra, ELO has utterly
run aground. They've become des
perate, aging pop stars who'll wind
up in the same sad sack as Olivia
Newton John, The Bee Gees and Bay
City Rollers. Sure, it still sounds
like ELO, but who cares anymore?
Of course, local radio is playing
the grooves off it. Isn't being in the
musical abyss fun?
John Schneider, "A Memory
Like You," MCA
Don't laugh. This is all in fun. Try
to picture someone going out and
buying this for real, li ke a real "John
Schneider fan" or something. What
do you think heshe looks like?
Seeing the demographics on this
one down at CBS Records must have
been a howler 10-year-old, illi
terate kids who look like the banjo,
player in. the movie "'Deliverance."
ano 1 ?. year-old wet brains who
hiA'Mi't been exposed to the Ramons
... OK. o laugh a little.
"Dukes of Hazard" star makes
album. J and some other hyper
critical types were sitting around
playing "Rate that Album." One
Show looks at sports pioneer
"Veeck: A Man For Any Season"
looks at the life of the man who brought
vitality to modern day baseball. This
30-minute, VTTWChicago production
will be broadcast on the Nebraska ETV
Network on April 19 at 5 p.m.
Bill Veeck breathed new life into the
game of baseball. Frequently referred
to as the "Barnum of Basebll," Veeck
and many of his unorthodox practices
were met with enthusiastic praise, but
some were greeted by the baseball
world's old guard with disdain. In his
71 years, Veeck owned the St. Louis
Browns, the Cleveland Indians, the
Chicago White Sox (twice), and the
minor league Milwaukee Brewers.
In this documentary, narrated by
Veeck's wife Mary Frances Veeck.
WTTW cameras follow Veeck around
town, where he is greeted bv friends
and Jans, arid to Wrigley Field where
manj of his innovat ive ideas nourished.
It's at Wriglev Field, referred to by
irameet
and a
o'fiareietpiracfilce.
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said, "I can rate this LP in one
song." Another said, "I can rate this
LP in three measures and a chorus."
I won by rating this LP in three
notes.
In the interests of personal integ
rity, I actually listened to some of it.
One whole side, to be precise.
The only thing worse than bad
country music is bad rock music.
This is nearly as bad as most bad
rock music, Sickening, over-produced
compensation for Schneider's
complete lack of talent.
' A couple of the song titles were
cute in a pick-up truck, chewing
tobacco, kind of way.
There's always a chance that
there's a classic country song on
side two, wallowing with the swine
as it were, but if you want to find
out, the treasure's all yours. I'll
stake no claim.
I used my copy as a hubcap
ornament on the way to California
over spring break.
Rolling Stones, "Dirty Work"
CBS
More needs to be said about this
LP by other critics, I suppose. I
mean the objective ones who believe
Die Stones have been doing more in
the past six years than living off
tricks they'd perfected and rendered
obsolete ten years ago. Sure, that
t rick your dog does when he wants a
bone the one that entails him
rolling around on his back, lather
ing your arm with his tongue, bark
ing out t h e number of the beast, and
shaking jour hand is pretty neat,
but any reasonable man would want
to shoot the beast in the head after
Veeck as "one of the last great ball
parks," where he built the famed
bleachers, designed the scoreboard
and planted the ballpark's trademark
ivy that climbs the outfield walls.
The program also includes a 1960
interview with the Veecks in their
home conducted by Edward R. Murrow
where Veeck says, "I don't want to
interfere with the game of baseball, but
I do want everyone who comes to the
ballpark to have fun. And, let's face it,
the ballpark is not always the most
exciting thing that's happening."
Perhaps one of his most widely
known "acts" occurred during a 1951
game when his St. Louis Browns were
playing the Detroit Tigers. As part of a
promotional event, and with his team
at bat, early in the second game of a
double-header, Veeck orders a pinch
hitter to the plate His name is Eddie
Gaedel. Veeck's secret weapon for this
particular game. Gaedel is 3 Teet. 7
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Duke:
20 years of it.
Even the kid in Old Yeller had
some lively puppies left over that
were better than that slavering,
rabid, molting fur ball he put to
sleep.
The people at Rolling Stone mag
azine will say this is the best LP of
1986 when they should be breaking
out the shovels for the company
gravediggers and changing their
name to The Replacements' Maga
zine. SPIN even found this round
headstone a treat.
Most of it is studio trickery meant
to hide the fact that Mick and Keith
sound about as interested in what
they're doing as Mel Mains does
when he reads the news.
I've heard a lot about this tune,
"Had it With You," how it harkens
back to the Stones' blues roots, how
it represents some dramatic rever
sals that might save the Stones from
the Forest Lawn geriatric ward.
Well, it's a blues song, I'll give it
that.
With talented young blues artists
like James Harman, Ron Thompson,
and The Mighty Flyers out there
pounding the soul out of this stuff
night after night, who needs this
small insignificant nod to the Stones'
roots.
If you want to hear what I think of
"Harlem Shuffle" you'll have to wait
until I get over the bad case of ear
canal flu it gave me when I first
heard it on the radio.
At least Elvis knew when to
hightail it to Vegas, buy some
sequined chaps and plug into Sina
tra's repetoire for some easy retire
ment monev.
inches tall and weighs 65 pounds. As
planned, the opposing pitcher is unable
to throw a strike because of the neglig
ible strike zone (the distance between
the batter's knees and armpits).
Cci rSesy of PBS
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