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Minor Threats
"Seven" Eeew. Nasty. Grody. Gag me with an exploding fat man.
"I Shot Andy Warhol" For her fifteen minutes of fame, Valerie Solanas had to shoot a guy in a bad wig. She didn't have to kill him--she just had to shoot him. If you live in a small town, all you had to do was get into Yale. Just ask Josh, or Melissa. What is that you say? You missed yours? Bummer. Better apply to the School of Drama.
Bacchanalia Ahh, the legend of Bacchus. Like a New Haven taxi driver priming for higher fares, the crew of his ship thought it was a big joke to pilot him off course. Bacchus, however, kept his cool: he turned the sailors into dolphins, the ship into a vineyard, the ocean into wine. Then he got drunk. Besides intoxication, Bacchus is the god of civilization, legality, and peace. Need we mention that his symbol is the ivy sprig? Celebrate elitism, celebrate Western Civ, celebrate the Ivy League--go bacchanaling this weekend at Trumbull. Tap a cask.
Organist recital Minor Threats has been trying to get into the steam tunnels for years. She likes pipes. When pianos dream, they dream of pipes, because pipes give organs that 350-pound sound. If the organ were a Yale grad, it would be William Howard Taft. If the piano were a Yale grad, it would be George Bush. Perhaps the spirit of John Newberry still bellows deep within the berth of the great organ of Yale, emitting from its belly a mournful cry in the early hours of the morn--"Ramona! Ramona!"
"The Making of `The Gate of Heavenly Peace'" The rebel. James Dean, Marlon Brando, Johnny Depp, Animal. --Leigh -Cheri and Hortense |
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