Three
Seasons
displays ar
in mall
An art exhibit by Three Season
of Arts will be displayed in the Ci
Community College CommunityM
until May 9.
The exhibit features drawings»
color pictures by Alan Brunk. M
teacher at Rex Putnam High Sera
a graduate of the University of 1
"The paintings are very realistkl
ginal," said Three Seasons gallery!
Gary Berry.
Another artist featured is Mikel
Jones is also a teacher at Rex Put«
a graduate of Oregon State.
Jones specializes in three-dimensioi
The pottery and ceramic exhibits®
work.
Three Seasons League of Arts is
profit organization in Milwaukie am]
classes through Clackamas Comiwi
lege.
"We are trying to build an art cq
the community," said Berry.
Three Seasons League of Arts»
in existence four years and, as aresui
agreement with CCC Art Commita
league will be displaying other m
the future.
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Strange
evening of
entertainment
Last Saturday's Michael Franks/
Martin Mull concert was one of the
strangest evenings of entertainment
that I have ever witnessed.
Mull opened the show and thor
oughly pleased everyone in the sparse
Paramount crowd. Michael Franks then
came on and was the most boring
individual that I have ever seen on
stage.
Being a Martin Mull fan may have
influenced my judgment of Franks'
performance but from the reactions
of those around me I feel safe in
saying that the remainder of the
crowd was as bored with him as I
was.
Mull, on the other hand, was elec
tricity from the moment he hit the
stage. The crowd was kept in stitches
by Mull for his entire stay.
Mull's material was drawn mainly
from his newest album (I'm Every
one I've Ever Loved) with an occa
sional oldie thrown in for those few
that have followed his career closely.
His repartee with the crowd was
unbelievable; to the point that audi-
<ence and band members were actually
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guffawing.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the
concert, I swore I heard a few people
snoring for Michael Franks.
Franks, whose claim to fame is the
son "Popsycle Toes", was about as
exciting as the proverbial wet rag. The
party I was with didn't bother to
stick around and wait for him to
play his hit simply because the first
six tunes he played all sounded like
"Popsycle Toes" with different lyrics.
Maybe Franks was just being mel
low, but if he had been any mellower
he would have been under six feet of
dirt.
This was the first concert I've gone
to where the main attraction couldn't
follow the opening act.
Emmy lou
Emmylou Harris is finally entering
the musical spotlight after being an
unknown artist for many years. Her
first two albums, "Pieces of the Sky,"
and "Elite Hotel," have taken her out
of the shadows of singing background
vocals for numerous artists. Her new
est album, "Luxury Liner," firmly
establishes Harris as a talented musi
cian.
Harris has a gift for taking old and
forgotten songs and reviving them with
a style she calls the "High Lonesome,"
£OLHTtr^baHad st^le which
transcends the stereotyped "count«
okie" image but still lets you cryin«
your beer without feeling like an ow
ly-sentimental drunken fool.
This album is no exceptionastH
themes run from the painful separt
tion of old friends to love's decep
tions, and includes other such criteii
of "romantic agony."
"Pauncho and Lefty," a song writ
ten by Townes Van Zandt, is anti
ample of Harris' preference in son]
ing lyrics.
"Living on the road my friew
was gonna keep you free and eta
Now you wear your skin like iror
and your breath's as hard as kero
scene.
You weren't your mama's onlybof
but her favorite one it see*
She began to cry when you said
good-bye
and sank into your dreams."
Perhaps the only fault in Harr«1
music is that she has the singing
ability to go very far but she haded
ventured into the realm of her own
original music. Only one song 0«
"Luxury Liner" is Harris' and that»
"Tulsa Queen," perhaps the best cut
on the album.
As it stands though, "Luxury Liner*
is well worth listening to, if you lib
smooth music.
,
(Album donated for review byw
Record Depot, Oregon City)
Thursday, April 21