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, 'i . ' Arts & Entertainment |Wanted: Summer work (see wish list) David Badders/Daily Nebraskan I desperately need a summer job. This is not the traditional lamenta tion of a soon-to-be college graduate who realizes how bleak his or her employment options are. I’m not looking for full-time, long-term employment with a major corpora tion or anything like that. I’ll scrape the pigeon shit off of Martin Massengale’s front porch if I have to. You see, I’m really not leaving school. This summer is just like any other three-month vacation I’ve had for the past 17 years. In the fall, I’m going to graduate school and will further delay my venture into the workaday world. So for the next few months, I just need any worthless job that I can get my impoverished hands on. The idealistic me silently hopes that I can get a job that doesn’t in volve wearing a name tag and a funny hat. Perhaps somebody will be so impressed with my spiffy new Bache lor of Fine Arts degree in theater that they will hire me to sit in an air conditioned office and wear nice clothes. You know what I’m talking about — all of those well-paying, cushy jobs that require a theater major. I won’t set my sights that high, however. I’m sure I’ll wind up in a job that requires a hairnet and where one of the company perks is a free uniform. Still, a boy can dream, can’t he? And as long as I’m dreaming, let’s go for all of the marbles. I’m going to abuse the power of my position and brazenly campaign for a job through this column. I have a secret wish list of jobs that I would love to have this summer. If any of the employers who could get me these jobs happen to be reading this paper today, please contact me through the Daily Nebraskan. Jim Hanna Let me start with a resume of sorts. I’d like to share some of the attributes that are certain to make me employ able in anyone’s eyes. First off, I’m gullible. You could make a lot of promises about promo tions and raises, and I would slobber with acceptance. It usually takes me a few weeks to realize that I’m being screwed and by then, I’ll already be trapped. Second, I think my training in college would be an asset at any place I worked. Imagine how much fun it would be for the customers at Amigos if I, the cashier, broke into an im promptu staging of King Lear mono logues. Soon, people would be crowd ing into your establishment just to see the burger-flipping thespian. “Do you want everything on that? Faith! S’blood! Zounds! I am bound upon a wheel of fire! Oh heat, dry up my brains!” In addition, my grades are good, I can work hard when I have to, I’m relatively easy to get along with, I only have one point on my driving record, I’ve never been arrested, I only smoke crack off the clock, I know all of the words to “The Star Spangled Banner,” I like paying taxes and I think America is the best damn country on earth. To be fair, there are some things that you should know about me that are less than admirable. I have a pro found hatred for most any customer who is even slightly rude to employ ees, I tend to be a clock-watcher, I’m not very good at Nintendo, I don’t recycle glass, I feel sorry for dead Iraqis, I wear really grubby clothes and when I’m feeling down, I like to gut a calf and drink its blood in the middle of a pentagram. Now, with both my good and bad qualities in mind, let me list the jobs that I would like to have for the summer. PARKING METER CHANGE COLLECTOR: I really like to do jobs where I can work alone. I’ve seen the man who does this job for the city, and it looks like a blast. The little change cart is even motorized so my feeble arms won’t get tired pushing it. I think any job that feeds on other people’s misery is fun. THE PERSON WHO MISPLACES STUFF IN THE ADMINISTRATION See HANNA on 15 ‘3-D’ LP one-dimensional, follows Generic metal fad By Bryan Peterson Staff Reporter Wrathchild America “3-D” Atlantic Records It used to be that a person could say “heavy metal” and everyone would know what the person was talking about. Now, the field of metal is so big that it is split into endless categories and divisions, with new labels pop ping up in every issue of college music magazines. Speed metal, bubblegum metal, thrash metal, Gothic metal, Satanic metal, Slatanic metal, retro metal, death metal and on and on. Keeping with the spirit of prolifer ating labels, it is time to make known a new subgenre: Generic metal. Generic metal has been around as long as there has been heavy metal, but it is long past time to recognize the extent and impact of Generic metal upon the metal scene as a whole. Generic metal is drowning the whole field; it fills the magazines, the radio shows, the concerts and the black concert T-shirts. Alas, even Head See GENERIC on 15 Queensryche rocks headbangers with powerful, raw metal show By Erik Unger Staff Reporter Queensryche was scheduled to play their “Empire” tour Sunday night at Omaha’s Civic Audito rium, but “Operation: Mindcrime” stole the show. After opening with several songs off their current release, including “Best I Can” and “Resistance,” Queensryche had the headbangers in the crowd cheering and singing along. Then they got what they were wailing to hear. The “Empire backdrop fell — a tattered American flag with the band’s symbol as the stars under a dollar sign with two hypodermic needles on a pile of skulls — and the band began “Operation: Mind crime,” their 1988 hit album. The crowd’s screams overpowered the start of the cartoon message play ing the two big screens perched on either side of the stage. Queensryche took the crowd through a roller coaster ride, com bining an incredible light show with raw metal reverberating through Chris DeGarmo’s and Michael Wilton’s guitars, Eddie Jackson’s bass, Scott Rockenfield’s drums and Geoff Tate’s powerful voice. The metal band from Seattle rocked for more than two hours Sunday before an almost packed crowd of headbangers. Another metal band, Suicidal Tendencies, opened the show with its explosive sound ripping through cuts like “You Can’t Bring Me Down” and the title cut to their latest release, “Lights Camera Revolution." Despite playing in front of a plain black backdrop and without a dazzling light show, the band worked the crowd into a frenzy, especially with their final cut “ST.” Influences or copies? Accelerators stuck in unsatisfactory gear By James Finley Staff Reporter The Accelerators ‘'Dream Tram” Profile Records One would have a lot of hope for a group with the name The Accelera tors, but in this case, it seems like the accelerator is stuck. This southern country/rock group’s album isn’t really going to satisfy rock fans and will seem too edgy for most country fans. Most of the album is too clich6 to nave much effect on the listener. Tracks such as the first song, “Boy & Girl,’ start off with the predictable southern C-huck Berry guitar riffs and offei nothmg new musically. The lyrics, We just need a chance/to pul it in oui pants,’’ sound juvenile. To top it off the whole song sounds relatively life ess, like the band is merely going through the motions. However, the band does show some promise on later tracks. On the sev enth song, “Los Angeles is Falling,” the group displays some humor, a trail that is all too often neglected in today’s popular music scene. This cut i is kind of refreshing, although it still is kind of repetitive otherwise. The best song on the album can be found in “You’ve Got it All.” Finally, the band lets loose and gets down to playing with some emotion and in tensity. The guitanst lays down a funky groove and the guitar solos have a point to them. They aren’t just pointless exercises in finger dexterity like on most of the album. It’s also on this song where the southern vocal harmonies sound best. Here, The Accelerators find their own musical identity. Too bad the band uses the other 11 songs on the album to search for that identity. Too often the listener is reminded of some other group or song, instead of thinking of The Accelera tors. One can hear definite influences (copies?) erf other southern bands such as R.E.M., Tom Petty and the Heart breakers, Georgia Satellites and the Kentucky Headhunters. There’s a fine line between showing the influence of someone else and copying some one else, and the Accelerators cross that line too often on “Dream Time.” One other criticism of the album is that the work seems too commer cially oriented. Almost all of the songs on the album run between three and 3 M 1/2 minutes, perfect foi radio airplay, g Too bad there aren’t many songs ^ deserving of airplay. Overall, not a bad album, not a I great album. Buy the cassette, don’t 3 waste money on the CD. o