Detroit isn’t known as a romantic city, and leather seat-covers are a lot tougher than the silk, lace and lavender pillows associated with romance. But for the past 2½ years a power-pop quartet from the Motor City has been spreading the gospel of love under the banner The Romantics. Singing songs like When I Look in Your Eyes, She’s Got Everything and Hung on You may not seem to be the stuff that would drive today’s child to the cash register, but it seems to be working. Recent Romantics concerts in Vancouver, Winnipeg, Montreal and Toronto have seen pube-adolescents rising to heights of frenzied gogo dancing and heartthrob screaming reminiscent of The Beatles’ heyday, or at least Herman’s Hermits. “Young kids have this crazy sense of energy and enthusiasm,” says percussionist Jimmy Marinos. “The best thing we can offer them is some inspirational noise.” But just how romantic are The Romantics really? Well, next month they’re off to Germany to play on a bill with The Kinks.
The McGarrigle Sisters have always been sort of odd. First, there is their music—an uncompromising blend of Cajun, southern black and traditional French-Irish harmonies which touch a special chord in the crunchy granola set. Then there are the women themselves—the delightfully eccentric Kate, 34, and Anna, 35, managed by elder sister Janey, 39, reputed to be “the brains in the family.” The family includes Anna’s two children, Sylvan, 3, and Lily, IV2, and Kate’s Punie, 4, and Rufus, 6, a passel of activity the sisters are refusing to “farm out” despite the brutal § schedule they have undertaken to pro£ mote their latest album, Entre la Jeunw esse et la Sagesse (Between Youth and § Wisdom). Despite calls from artists ë
like Bette Midler wanting to record McGarrigle material, the sisters remain relentlessly out of the mainstream. Also, vast wealth has yet to follow recognition. Jokes Kate: “We still can’t go out and buy Gucci bags.”
No one ever said the Rolling Stones were a bunch of goody-two-shoes, and the boys have apparently proved it again on their long-awaited album,
Emotional Rescue. Though the record was supposed to be flooding the airwaves by mid-June, it has now been held back until July 2 so that it can be censored. It seems the corporate legal eagles at Atlantic Records decided that the Stones had overstepped the bounds of legality in a song called Claudine, which Mick Jagger wrote about the celebrated shooting of skier Spider Sabich by actress Claudine Longet in 1976. Release is already seven months overdue, and while the offending ditty is eradicated Stones’ fans should be concentrating on finding extra wall space for the 10-square-foot poster that’s being wrapped around the jacket cover.
The Romantics (top left); Coop (above); McGarrigles (left): power pop, acclaimed on ivory, sisters without any Gucci bags
H At her best she is extraordinary,” #%effuses Anton Kuerti of his former student, 30-year-old New Brunswickborn Jane Coop, who made her New York debut at Carnegie Recital Hall last week. Whereas reviewers have been at odds in describing her (she has been called both a “baby-faced youngster” and a “willowy blonde”), they have been unanimous in praising her ability on the ivories. Since taking first prize in the 1970 CBC Talent Festival, Coop has gone on to ovation upon ovation from audiences all over North America andfilurope. Her reputation preceded her enough that in New York she found herself performing before critics from The New York Times and The New Yorker, which she interprets as “a coup in itself.”
Unlike Rod Stewart, Harry Belafonte
has never needed to ask the question “Do ya think I’m sexy?”At 53, the man who made “Day-o” a password for eroticism remains humble about his ability to drive otherwise sane women into frenzied, screaming hordes. “I am not the first,” Belafonte told Maclean’s.
“Paul Robeson was. Women went mad for him. He was a giant of a man. A black warrior who was an all-American football star, a Rutgers University scholar, a fine writer and a great singer. Little wonder that every woman swooned in his presence.” It seems it takes one to know one, and Belafonte is willing to take it one step further. In honor of Robeson, who died in 1976 at the age of 78, a Paul Robeson Commemorative Campaign has been established in Canada to keep the name of the controversial American civil rights singer
Green (above); Wolfman (top right); Belafonte (left): lasers for long locks, in search of hot totsie, Robeson revisited
alive. For $1,000 a chair, Belafonte, Dizzy Gillespie, Lena Horne, Maureen Forrester and more than 50 other prominent citizens of the world have purchased honorary seats in row R (for Robeson) of the new Massey Hall under construction in Toronto.
fflJMillie Nelson is certainly not a WW country star. He’s more like a Frank Sinatra or Elvis Presley,” explains
Robert W. Smith, 40, better known as Wolfman Jack, the howlingest rock’n’ roll disc jockey on the continent. The Wolf will play emcee for Nelson and his extended family at a 12-hour weepytwang marathon at Rock Hill Park,Ont., June 28. The concert is shaping up to be the Woodstock of country and western music, with appearances by Leon Russell, Barbara Mandrell, Mickey Gilley and Myrna Lorrie. “I’m trying to get Jerry Lee Lewis on the show too,” says Wolfman. “Make it a real hot totsie, you g know what I mean?”
Toronto’s gift to the crème de la crème of haute coiffure is 36-year-old MaryLou Green, international art director for Vidal Sassoon salons. Green’s scalpsculpturing innovations have included the new waver’s favorite, fluorescent patches, and the upside-down cut, and her latest uplifting fashion flash is “ HighHair.” “Not that combed and teased ’60s bouffant look,” explains Green, who predicts “hair is going up” via permanent waves above the crown. Being a high-profile stylist has its tense moments—among the temperamental clients Green clips regularly are Blondie’s Debbie Harry, rock primitivist Iggy Pop and socialite Catherine Hilton. “I’m trying for a traditional look,” says Green, who claims her clients lean toward neo-conservatism “with a hint of avant-garde subversiveness.” The latest in high-tech haircutting may render shears obsolete by this summer, when Green flies to Peking to demonstrate the art of the 30-second trim — with a carbon dioxide laser.
fflÄ#hen I got out of high school I Ww said I’d never read another book,” confesses Alberta playwright and author Patricia Joudry, whose most recent work is a four-generational operatic epic, The Selena Tree. Joudry says the school system destroyed her desire to learn and her creativity, so it took a decade for her to return to the scanning of the written word via psychoanalyst Erich Fromm’s Man for Himself. Today Joudry finds great satisfaction in setting down the black and white herself, and she is currently working on two novels—one serious and one for comic relief. The tongue-in-cheek work says it all in the title, A Very Modest Orgy, while the heavyweight work, The Continuing City, is grounded in “roots that go back before civilization.” Joudry has been working on City for 12 years and plans to spend the next four writing the yarn; after that she has no plans. “I just want to hold the book in my hands,” she sighs. “It’s like a 16-year pregnancy.”
Senator Edward Kennedy may have lost his bid for Democratic presidential nomination but it has been a great romantic season for the rest of the clan. Last week Courtney Kennedy, 23, daughter of the late Robert Kennedy, was married to Jeff Ruhe, 28, in a Georgetown ceremony. In the same week Courtney’s big brother, Joseph P. Kennedy III, and his wife, Sheila, announced that they are expecting twins this fall. Future forecasts revolve around the senator’s 20-year-old daughter, Kara, who has been dating one of her father’s political aides, John Florescu, since February. “We’re not talking about an engagement yet,” says Florescu, 27, whose father, Radu Florescu, is generally acknowledged as one of the world’s leading experts on Count Dracula. In fact, son John has travelled to Romania on several occasions to assist his father’s research. “Kara and I first really got to know each other when she became interested in Dracula and Transylvania, explains Florescu. “It’s something she can really get her teeth into.”
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