OPINION
December 6,1989
THECLACKAMAS PRINT
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Horowitz provides brief moment of fame
From the
editor...
I know I said 1 was sick of it
last week, but how about just
one more smoking editorial?
There’s still a few things left to
I be said. ASG did a good job
handling the polling, but I think
there were some major prob
lems with the poll.
First of all, after talking to a
wide range of students on cam
pus, I get the impression that
most people didn’t realize that
the poll was an opinion poll,
and not a democratic vote. The
President’s Council is still going
to decide the issue as they see
fit.Just because option two got
40 percent of the vote doesn’t
mean it “won.” Nothing really
“won” because there was no vote
to win.
I don’tcnvy the President’s
Council. Whatever decision they
make is going to make at least
one segment of the campus popu
lation mad. There’s no way
around it. But I would like to
offer a little advice to the coun
cil:' use the poll in making your
decision. A lot of people think
that you are going to ignore what
they think, and you need to find
a way (even though everyone
won’t be happy) to make people
think that you considered their
opinions. If not, we haven’t seen
theend of th© protests and peti
tions (or the amount of copy
devoted to the smoking issue in
the Print, for that matter).
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' I feel it is important to men
tion that this is the last issue of
the Print for this term. It is also,
perhaps more importantly, the
last issue of the eighties. The
next issue of this paper will have
“1990” on it. We have reached
the end of the decade. The turn
of the century/millennium is only
I ten years.away;::qfi’f
There is one more reason
that this issue is important. This
I issue contains the last “Piller’s
I Picks” column. Our movie critic/
business manager/general come-
dian/greatcompromiser/good
friend Rick Piller ends his stay
at Clackamas this term. Rick
will be attending PSU next term.
It looks like the Vanguard staff
is in store for wild times...
I.
Epstein Update: Still no
! word on an apology. Dr. Ep-
' stein, I’m going to reserve an
inch or so of space in this col
umn foryou to apologize for the
comment you made at the smok
ing forum. The space below is
yours, and it will stay here until
you decide to use it. Here you
go:
Reserved for
Dr. Epstein
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In the words of Andy Warhol,
“Everyone-is entitled to five min
utes of fame.”
I was reminded of my five
minutes as I watched Vladimir
Horowitz in a replay of his con
cert in Moscow and a recording
date not long before his death in
November, 1989.
I was nineteen, the year was
1930. I was attending a Master
Playing Ciass, or seminar, offered
by Sergei Tarnowsky, the second
teacher of the boy, Vladimir. His
first was his mother.
The place was the Villa Scho-
lastica, a girls’ school run by the
Benedictine nuns in Duluth,
Minnesota. Two hundred music
teachers had come from North
ern Michigan, Minnesota and
Wisconsin to learn from the
Master.
Tarnowsky was an impressive
sight standing before the group,
For the longest moment ever,
tall and erect, crowned with a full I waited. Then, nudging my teacher,
head of hair, almost shoulder Vere Brewsaugh, I asked if it would
length. Back in those days of the be okay if I played. He nodded. I
crew-cut, he was an anomaly. He rose and approached the lowplat-
wore a Harris-Tweed jacket with form where a Steinway concert
leather elbow
grand and Tar
patches.
nowsky stood
He spoke
waiting.
with a slight
“Tell us
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Russian accent
your name and
as he greeted the
what you are
Joseph Patrick Lee
class. “I would
going to play.”
like someone
“My
among you to
name is Joseph
play for me so that I may criticize Lee. I am going to play the Prel
and analyze what you are doing. ude and Fugue in F# major from
That way we can learn together. the Well Tempered Clavichord.”
Will one of you volunteer?”
“Proceed,” the great man said.
The silence was deafening. No
I presented myself to the Stein
one spoke. No one raised their way, adjusted the seat for me and
hand. “Come, come, surely one of started to play.
you professionals will play for me.”
The Prelude and Fugue and I
were good friends. The music of
Johann Sebastian Bach was user-
friendly for me. I gloried in the
playing of the partitas, chorales,
“Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring,” and
most of the Well Tempered Clavi
chord. I loved Bach’s music.
As I played I knew it was going
well. Each note sounded surely to
my touch. When I had finished
and bowed to the polite applause,
Tarnowsky said, “This young man
volunteered to play in order that
I might criticize his playing and
we could learn. But, he has played
so well I find nothing to criticize.
It was beautiful and completely to
my liking. Thank you, Joseph, for
a fine performance.”
At my advanced stage in life,
I hope you will forgive my glowing
with pride for my five minutes of
fame, long ago.
80s provided both good, bad times
by Roseann Wentworth
Copy Editor
It’s December 1989 and we
still don’t have robot maids in our
home, we aren’t consuming pill
shaped freeze-dried meals, we can’t
catch a shuttle to the shopping
mall on the Moon, and surpris
ingly we aren’t dust molecules from
Wprid.WaxJIhtficNuclear Holo
caust.
We did, however, see some
things that would have raised the
proverbial eyebrow of the then-
futurists of 1979. (Ah, nothing like
the originality of an end of the
decade retrospect, huh?)
I know, I know; I hear you
whining “..But we’re sick of 80s’
retrospects..” I say “Tough beans
to you. I did have a heart though
and didn’t put it in the form of a
“Top Ten List.” You’re welcome.
Mount St. Helens blew her
top, Hurricane Hugo almost blew
South Carolina off the map, and
we’re still feeling the aftershocks
of the 1989 San Francisco earth
quake. Wall Street crashed twice,
and the airline companies wished
they could say the same. John
Lennon was assassinated and
Ronald Reagan got silver-screen
lucky and was penned only as an
attempt. Chernobyl melted down,
and unfortunately, so did the press
regarding it.
The Ethiopians are still starv
ing as are countless Americans,
most who don’t even have a home
to starve in. The Space Shuttle
exploded as did government scan
dals. We ripped a hole in the ozone
layer and witnessed the ripping
down of the Amazon rain forests.
The me-generation put down their
protest signs, got power haircuts,
put on suspenders and a red power
tie (both sexes), bought a BMW
and a Wagoneer, sold out and sold
anything worth future American
monies to the Japanese. The Japa
nese also put on red power ties,
learned English (and how to laugh,)
dumped all their autos and elec
tronics on Uncle Sam making tril
lions of dollars, then bought eve
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movie companies from us.
AIDS, terrorism, Grenada,
Persian Gulf, Afghanistan, Cen
tral America, street gangs, racism,
organized religion, steroids, co
caine, SDI, and cosmetic surgery:
Not pretty events to bottle in a
time capsule fer,.fqture,;gejip('5t-<,
tions, but then future generations
are going to be the ones who’ll
never be able to forget the events
of the 80s.
Okay. There were some posi
tive events, some can even be
considered as milestones. The rise
of the mainframe computer into
the PC. Fax machines, cellular
phones, microwaves, and velcro
made life seem easier and put us
up to warp speed in the fast lane.
Espresso, frozen yogurt, and
imitation crab were fads turned
into things we now can’t live with
out but really should. We threw
out the candy bar and munched
down assorted muffins, quenched
our thirst with mineral seltzers,
and practically poisoned our bodies
with the invasion of Nutrasweet.
C. Everett Koop told us to
watch our cholesterol, keep our
aerobic heart-rate up, and (whin-
nie) eat bran. That we did. In fact,
breakfast cereal companies bom
barded us with new, hip bran cere
als that only the toilet paper
companies truly profited from.
Then there are the faces of
the 80s. Obviously, Ron and Nancy,
Gorby and glasnost (which led to
the fall of the Berlin Wall,) Dave
and Maddie, and Jim and Tammy
Faye.
A good portion of America
had a talk show, Madonna dyed
her hair 10,000 times singing
somewhat like a virgin all the way
to the bank, and Richard Sim
mons still won’t shut up.
Bryant Gumble proved what
an ass he really is, Mike Tyson
showed us that you don’t have to
be smart or a forensic scholar to
make a million or two, and we had
a one-night stand with Max H-H-
Headroom.
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Joan Collins didn’t get less
bitchier, and Imelda never stopped.
Elvis is still dead and Geotge Bums
(hurray!) won’t die.
Donald Trump raked in more
money than all of the people in
Iowa put together made, and wife
Ivana spent more money than all
theqtcople in. ktwa put,together
made.
Don’t forget MTV and TV-
News hype, fast food and the drive
thru, stone-wash everything and
neon, E.T., Superman, and Bat
man, video games and the remote
control, the Swatch-watch and
condoms. Television went hi-fi
stereo, cable went 50 channels plus
(there’s still nothing good on),
and we started bringing movies
home by the dozen. The new gen
eration’s drug is called Nintendo,
and what’s more frightening is that
they’re damned good at it. The
comedian was more than success
ful in the 80’s; probably because
we need a good laugh after all this.
We witnessed the coming of
age of the Jacksons, Tom Cruise,
Eddie Murphy, the Beav, and Jodie
Foster while Cher, Phyllis Diller,
and Joan Collins look younger
now than when the decade was
new.
Shall I stop? Once again, I
hear you all chanting, “Hey, what
about this..?” See how one event
reminds you of another and so
on? That’s how they were origi
nated also. Events, I would like to
think, do not just happen with the
intent of ending up in a retrospec
tive article. They just happen.
Remember that this New Year’s
Day as you’re bombarded with
endless Top Ten lists.
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