��<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-16"?><mets xsi:schemaLocation="http://www.loc.gov/METS/ http://schema.ccs-gmbh.com/metae/mets-metae.xsd" xmlns:xsi="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema-instance" xmlns="http://www.loc.gov/METS/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:MODS="http://www.loc.gov/mods/v3" xmlns:mix="http://www.loc.gov/mix/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:xlink="http://www.w3.org/1999/xlink" xmlns:mets="http://www.loc.gov/METS/"><structMap><div ID="DIVL1" TYPE="Newspaper" ORDER="1"><div ID="DIVL2" TYPE="VOLUME"><div ID="DIVL3" TYPE="ISSUE" ORDER="1"><div ID="DIVL4" TYPE="TITLE_SECTION" ORDER="1"><div ID="DIVL5" TYPE="TEXTBLOCK" ORDER="1" LABEL="v&amp;lmiie 7 Isaeie 21 ifimemb&amp;i 16, 1990"></div><div ID="DIVL6" TYPE="HEADLINE" ORDER="1" LABEL=""></div></div><div ID="DIVL7" TYPE="CONTENT" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL8" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL9" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL10" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="2" LABEL="ontmts"></div></div><div ID="DIVL11" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL12" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL13" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL14" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="111 cover &quot;I love L.A.&quot;"></div></div><div ID="DIVL15" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL16" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL=" by Lisa Rose"></div></div><div ID="DIVL17" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL18" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="# salsa music all night long Fact: This show rocked the house last Saturday at the Underground. 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Klaus von B. is played by Jeremy Irons in a display of characteristic decadence only an exiled English actor can achieve."></div></div><div ID="DIVL41" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL42" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL=" by Rachel Brem and Meredith Moss"></div></div><div ID="DIVL43" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL44" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="&quot;III' listings"></div></div><div ID="DIVL45" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL46" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL=" by Jen Bowser"></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL47" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL48" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL49" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="2" LABEL="n^Cur�"></div></div><div ID="DIVL50" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL51" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL52" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL53" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="rj -O trikes--How I love them. In my 18 years of English life I vc experienced more than' a few, so whenever there s an industrial action it reminds me of home, with its- picturesque piles of uncollected trash, unburied dead and untaught schoolchildren. There s something quite unique about a country whose kids learn to say  arbitration  and  trade union  before they re out of second grade. I grew up with the power-workers  strike, the Winter Of Discontent, the steel strike, the rail strike, the miner s strike and many other examples of worker unrest. They were so entertaining: power cuts meant sneaking around the house with candles, and when we had electricity, we could watch people yell at each other on TV, or, in the case of the miners, watch lots of people fight the police on TV. With this in mind, I hope you ll understand why I m �% happy the library workers have gone on strike. For a start, I don t have to feel guilty any more about neglecting my reserve reading and term paper research. I m being prevented from doing it, and what s more, so is everyone else (unless, of course, you re courageous/traitorous enough to cross the picket line). More importantly, the rest of the semester will be a far cry from the customary campus turgidity that heralds the arrival of Reading Period. People will be yelling at each other all over the place, maybe even on BTV. A few (more) fights might break out. This week s issue attempts to prepare you for the coming intellectual austerity by taking you to Los Angeles, the center"></div></div><div ID="DIVL54" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL55" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="of decadence and non-libra affairs. Karyn Bryant and Pet Brando mix with the migh and the meaningless, one wi Jane s Addiction, the other wi a few hundred of her clo personal friends. At the agitated request of herald editor (and ex-DJ), must explain that Karyn is Pr gram Director of WBRU ai the ultimate Addiction groupi She managed to get herself c some promotional freebie th involved seeing them four tim during Halloween week. T 1 wider significance of this i; formation escapes me, but sa editor felt a burning need put the article in contex mostly, I think, because of tl outre photo on page 4."></div></div><div ID="DIVL56" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL57" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL=" Richard Halstead Editor"></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL58" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL59" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL60" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="2" LABEL="f Ist"></div></div><div ID="DIVL61" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL62" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL63" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="2" LABEL="thirteen things overheard on the LA club scene"></div></div><div ID="DIVL64" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL65" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL66" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL67" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="1)  Do you have a mirror and a crisp dollar bill I could borrow?  2)  Wow, I really like what you ve done with your nose. Oh, and your chin, too!  3)  Are all three of you going to be in that bathroom stall for a while?  4)  Well, F  m working in a restaurant, but that s just until the next script com in. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL68" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL69" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="5)  How s your mineral water selection?  6)  Please, not the extended re-mix of Vogue again.  7)  Why not stay over at my place. Yours is just too far away to drive.  8)  Alcohol is such a social lubricant. This is my tenth drink and I feel like such social slut. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL70" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL71" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="9)  Should I strip and dance slutty like everyone else?  10)  My father runs Warner Brothers. What does yours do?  11)  Your tan is yellowing...  12)  I know Madonna personally...  13)  I m not on the guest list? There must have been a mistake. 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The [ is  ethno-hip.  I use it to try to tin why people do the goofy Us they do, especially things have been construed as stemr from or relating to ethnic arities. Frat boys who slam tei shots and watery margaritas barf in sombreros are being no-hip.  Women who come from so-called tropical get- isles with com rows :ing about theirheads are being I no-hip.  These are obvious is of cultural commodification I repulsive purpose: it s hip, it s I it looks cool. Cultures are thus I opriated, defined by simple and I eticallyridiculousicons.Weeat I i (with chopsticks) because it s I. We hip-hop at Funk Night I se it s been the hottest thing I e someone screamed,  Yo Terlator, hold  em hostage!  rhich brings me to music. In I mid- Bos a kinder and gentler"></div></div><div ID="DIVL96" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL97" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="111 Simon backed his personal, Ignant and reflective vignettes |:h South African/gumboots linds, rhythms, and Ladysmith I ck Mambazo. Not to bust on I ymin  Simon I like the I Iceland album. The project that I :him on the U.N. s black list was I jvitalizing sound. I jimon unwittingly brought to the I instream the  worldbeat  sound, I ose audience would define itself I icing to  You Can Call Me Al.  I rat followed was the cheez that I skrafted (so to speak), marketed,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL98" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL99" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="and targeted for this audience, oozing out of a giant squeeze bottle that says REALLY FROM WISCONSIN, engulfing every record stack and record chart in its horrible path. This shit is called  world pop.  World pop is ethno-hip, incorporating fragments from African, Latin or some other music on the most superficial level and slapping them behind dance tracks, primarily for white audiences. World pop means big bucks at the night club and the record club. That random percussionist trapped in the corner at your favorite cover band s gig is there for a very good reason. Rhythms, an African musical element, are cool. Percussive jams are hip. Especially when they whip out the maracas.  Scuse me while I barf in my sombrero. Refusing to fall into this offensive pattern is the local band Salsa Manteca. In a blend of the Latin"></div></div><div ID="DIVL100" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL101" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="jazz and salsa genres, they ve put the elements of these musical forms together and produced their own (big) sound. I was impressed. Six horns on the stage. At least three musicians playing percussion all the time, as many as five in one polyrhyfhmic jam. Two vocalists, sometimes three. Loud blasts of melody and harmony from the electric piano and the horns. It was a good sound indeed."></div></div><div ID="DIVL102" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL103" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="The chickens that hatched the egg called Salsa Manteca (translates as  lard sauce ) are keyboardist EricHangen 9l and guitarist Nano Valerio  91.5, When I approached thefti for some sort of sel�defini tion Flangen uttered a disclaimer: &quot;not world pop.  Valerio and Hangen wanted to hook up a band last year for a Latin American Students Organization gig. It turns out that they  never played that gig,  Valerio says,  but got on track  to getting the band together. Both had been playing j azz, and were excited about exploring the avenues of Latin music, particularly salsa. They got people together thatcontributed toa group sound, not to egotistical quibblings. They selected covers and arranged them as an expedient measure to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL104" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL105" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="startplaying asquickly as possible. Their repertoire includes songs from Latin greats Tito Puente, Ray Barreto and Poncho Sanchez.  The stuff that we re doing now really is very static,  explains Valerio.  There s not a lot of variation beyond [the arrangements]. It really excites me to go beyond that into areas where people don t know really what s happening and to interact with each other as musicians.  We just work with rhythms... I wanna start getting more into"></div></div><div ID="DIVL106" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL107" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="like, Ah.. Brazilian stuff which we didn t really do any of.  The boys see the band leaning in the direction of a world beat sound, but want to avoid the more cliched sound of the  9os commodified world-pop vein that Simon and David Byrne have done recently.  Well see, like the David Byrne stuff,  says Valerio,  I mean, that s really just specifically targeted for white audiences. He doesn t have a sense of how to phrase... a lot of it revolves around [the clave]? Basically, like, Singing salsa music all revolves around the clave [he beats his hands rhythmically: one-two, one-two-three, one-two, one-twothree]'and singers, a lot of what [Salsa Manteca vocalist] Alex [Zalles] was doing was improvising during the call and response: the chorus would sing, and he would improvise over that. A lot of his improvisations revolved around that rhythm. Someone like David Byrne doesn t have an internal feeling for that type of rhythm.   David Byrne,  muses Hangen,  [superimposed] these twounrelated elements and slammed them together and didn t try to make one more sensitive to the other. He has a Brazilian rhythm section and he sings his same David Byrne/Talking Heads lyrics and 1 don t know if you saw him, but if you saw him perform with Margareth Manezes who really comes from a Brazilian background, the crowd just goes wild when she s up there because she makes it fit, whereas David Byrne s, you just get this odd sense of intonation. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL108" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL109" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL=" Yeah,  adds Valerio,  you can t just throw these two different rhythms together and expect it to work. A lot of Latinesque jazz during the  6os would add a Cuban conga player to basically a jazz combo, a hard-bop jazz combo, and the Latin conga player would kinda play his mambo and there d be no interaction. I mean, you listen to those tapes of [saxophonist] Charlie"></div></div><div ID="DIVL110" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL111" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="Parker playing with like a conga player and a normal rhythm section and there s just like a wall between the conga player and the regular drummer. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL112" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL113" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL=" And it happens the other way around too, if you listen to current Latin pop music,  reflects Hangen.  They have a Latin band, they bring in a set drummer who plays a set beat [Valerio laughs] with a synthesizerplayer but. they don t interre-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL114" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL115" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="late. I think that s what we re striving for as a goal then, is to actually, like a good world beat band, integrate these different elements. It makes them interrelate, makes them play to become music.  We talked more about the band s sound, centering the conversation around the percussion and the horn section.  Rhythms fascinate me.,  says Valerio. Musicians Heidie Vazquez  93, Henry Koffman and Linton Hale lay down the polyrhythms that are the backbone of Latin music and salsa, which are stricter genres in terms of what has to be played when.  Horns, you know,  says Valerio,  give you a harmonic element that you can t get [without them.] It just gives power too. When they re all miked up, kind of like they were tonight, when all those dudes are blowin , you know, it just creates excitement... there s some human element there that transcends electronics.  The horn blowers are Dan Milano 93 andTrevorHurst 94on trumpet, Ben Kahn  91.5 and Jonathan Greenberg  94 on trombone, Babatunde Thomas  93 on alto sax, and Ephren Tinoco  92 on tenor sax. Bassist Tony Arkin  9l and vocalists Alex Zalles  94 and Abigail Brown  9l round out the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL116" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL117" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="lineup. Here is a group of people that are willing to expand and experiment musically, working within Latin music and salsa and heading towards the amoebalike blob that is  world beat,  integrating African, Latin and other elements to create not a homogenized but a distinctive sound."></div></div><div ID="DIVL118" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL119" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" There are better Latin bands,  Valerio declares,  like here in Providence... and obviously there are better jazz bands that exist, but as far as our vantage point from a cultural perspective where we re bringing people who know Latin music and also people who are coming more from a jazz background we can t play strictly Latin music if we tried, and we can t play strictly jazz if we tried because we just wouldn t compete. So from that point, we re just fortunate with the mix of musicians that we have that we can produce something that s a little different.  And a good sound difference it is indeed."></div></div><div ID="DIVL120" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL121" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="Salsa Manteca will perform tonight at Spanish House, 80 Prospect Street, 10:30 PM."></div></div><div ID="DIVL122" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL123" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="I ony Lazarus  9l hoy dice algo y I anana otra cosa. In other words, I : s tired and shagged out follow - I ig a long squawk."></div></div><div ID="DIVL124" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL125" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="I was impressed . Six horns on the stage . At least three musicians playing percussion all the time, as many as five in one polyrhythmic jam,"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL126" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL127" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="3" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL128" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="3" LABEL="But two components of a powerful horn section."></div></div><div ID="DIVL129" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL130" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="3" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL131" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL132" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL133" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="4" LABEL="Slave to the Addiction"></div></div><div ID="DIVL134" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL135" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL136" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="4" LABEL="by KARYN BRYANT"></div><div ID="DIVL137" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL138" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="A � Jfc�y name is Karyn Bryant, and I m an addict."></div></div><div ID="DIVL139" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL140" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Don t worry Mom, it s not an illicit drug, it s Jane s Addiction. The mighty Jane s Addiction. On October 27 th I left for Los Angeles and the vacation that I d been waiting for all my life. 1 was going West to follow Jane s Addiction around for one week. I saw " them four times, and I lived to tell about it. I d like you to join me as I relive those precious moments..."></div></div><div ID="DIVL141" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL142" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Saturday, October 26: 1 arrive in Los Angeles with my host and close friend Paul V. of Warner Bros records. Jane s Addiction is playing tonightata private party in�everly Hills. It s being thrown by a mysterious man called The Colonel. Nobody really knows who this guy is, and I will soon find out what kind of a party he can throw."></div></div><div ID="DIVL143" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL144" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="As we approach the mystery man s the line of cars along the side of the road"></div></div><div ID="DIVL145" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL146" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="grows more and more dense. Shuttle vans run up and down Benedict Canyon Drive picking up"></div></div><div ID="DIVL147" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL148" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="partygoers lost i n the dark after parking their cars. George Clinton s  Atomic Dog  is"></div></div><div ID="DIVL149" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL150" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="pumping from the sound system, and the freaks are in their element. Inside the fence is the most over-the-top party"></div></div><div ID="DIVL151" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL152" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="in the world. The stage is set up on two tennis courts which are covered with hay. Pinatas are strung across the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL153" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL154" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="sky, and a small grandstand is in place for those too shy for the pit. A frozen drinks bar is opposite the stage, and near the photo booth"></div></div><div ID="DIVL155" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL156" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="is an enormous cake fashioned after the band, their album cover, and almost anything else you can think of. Asleatapieceofsomesacrificed farm animal, I hear someone say  Hey Karyn! What s up?  I turn around tofind Flea, Chad, and John, 3/4 of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I m shocked by their Halloween costumes, or lack thereof, and I don t look down it s a variation on the old socks-on-our-johnsons routine. Wechatforabit, and later I see the complete foursome inside The Colonel s house, but not be-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL157" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL158" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="fore I get a chance to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL159" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL160" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="say hello"></div></div><div ID="DIVL161" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL162" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="to the most '&quot;wj adorable member of Jane s Addiction, drummer Stephen Perkins. He looks at me for a minute or so before I say anything to him. He says he knows he knows me but he"></div></div><div ID="DIVL163" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL164" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="can t remember why.  It s coming back to me,  he says. I remind him that I interviewed him and David Navarro, the guitar player, in 1988 when Nothing s Shocking was released. He s polite enough to humor me by saying that he remembers, and we get a little bit acquainted again. He s wearing a long flowered skirt. Inside the house I finish my tequila and the man of the hour enters the room. Perry Farrell, the prophetic lead singer of the band, is immediately swamped. I snap a photo with Flea, and chat with Jane s manager before Perry comesover to say hello. He sknown Paul for a couple of years now so the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL165" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL166" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="conversation is easy."></div></div><div ID="DIVL167" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL168" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Paul intr o -"></div></div><div ID="DIVL169" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL170" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="duces me and Tommy to Perry (even"></div></div><div ID="DIVL171" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL172" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="though I met him once before after a show, I was"></div></div><div ID="DIVL173" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL174" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="certain he wouldn t remember), and Perry pours us a glass of wine"></div></div><div ID="DIVL175" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL176" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="from his personal bottle. It s heavy red wine, and it doesn t really mix"></div></div><div ID="DIVL177" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL178" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="well with tequila. But I m digging the scene. Perry s dressed in black plastic pants, green rubber boots, a tight brown dress with"></div></div><div ID="DIVL179" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL180" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="flowers and an exposed midriff, a black jacket, and a maroon scarf. We talk a while about shoe shopping when he gets to Boston. Perry likes shoes. We clear out of the house a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL181" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL182" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="few minutes later; the show is about to get underway. An overly made-up partygoer introduces the band in Spanish, recreating the beginning of their"></div></div><div ID="DIVL183" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL184" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="latest album Ritual De Lo Habitual. The band launches into  Up The Beach,  the lead-in track on their last album. I m psyched. It s 4 a.m. my time, I m outside under the stars watching one of my favorite bands on the planet wail to a bunch of their friends. They play an incredibly inspired set which includes  Whores  and   1 %  from their very first album on Triple X records.  I only want people in front who love me,  and  You ll tell your kids about this one day, and you ll say you ruled, but I know you re all weak,  are some of the more classic lines from Perry between songs. They play for an hour, and by the time of the encore of  Three Days,  Paul and I are in front. And we do love Perry. Then Perry introduces the Red Hot Chili Peppers, who come on stage in those skimpy outfits and tear the joint up. I get kicked in the head by a stagediver, and at this point I know my vacation is going to be even better than I had expected. I ve been up for over 24 hours now, and I can t wait fill Wednesday  the long awaited Halloween show."></div></div><div ID="DIVL185" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL186" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Wednesday, October 31: This is it, the show I planned a vacation around. Tonight s show will give new meaning to my life."></div></div><div ID="DIVL187" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL188" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="We arrive in costume I m wearing bellbottoms with appliques and a long blond wig. And Doc"></div></div><div ID="DIVL189" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL190" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Martens. Paul is wearing my Outside the Henry Fonda, a ve considerably smaller than PPAC, are swarms of teary-e fans hoping for that miracle kne as a ticket release. Other folks forking over their life s savings scalper. Inside I find a few hunc of the addicted most of th between the ages of 17 and 25 and most of them pissed off something. There s a good amo of girls there hoping to meet band (if you know what I met there s stoners, acid freaks, ; general riff-raffhanging around, there s also White Bread Amer girls who don t swear and boys w still call home every Sunday ni from school. Jane s Addiction s peal doesn t seem to be limitec one type of person, and the di\ s i ty a mong the ir fol lo we rs h as ne been more evident. As the crowd files in, we greeted by the resounding thun of tribal chants. I m lulled inti daze as I concentrate on the sour This will indeed be a ritual tonig The chants seem to grow lou and more rhythmic but the tives are getting restless. Then th washboard stomachs and a plas miniskirt take the stage. Eric s b is the first thing we hear as  Up 1 Beach  gets the crowd in the moi Tonight, they are definitely on; 1"></div></div><div ID="DIVL191" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL192" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="ere is a strange feeling in the air. re thing with Jane s Addiction is, u never know what to expect, le Addicted groove hard to Gfliores,   Mountain Song,   No ne s Leaving,   Had A Dad,  top!  and of course, the theme ng of the whole event,  Pigs In :n.  But I get a weird feeling as :rry introduces the epic  Ted, J ust dmit It.  As the band chums out :ouple thousand bars of the intro, ;rry acts out a suicide with a water stol and an intense sexual enlunter with himself.  Those of &gt;u who think I mdisgusting... well guess you just don t masturbate, &gt;you?  Perry is justgetting warmed ).  If I told you I slept with a lot of rls, would you think I was cheap, "  that I was cool? Or would you link I had a disease? ...Well, I pn t have a disease.. .  This is what akes so many people uncomfort)le with Jane s Addiction. Perry is ot afraid to address the most taboo : subjects, and he makes you adress them too. It s as if he knows hat you re really thinking, but are &gt;o afraid to admi t to yourself. That s by people hate him. And that s by people love him. Perry is obviusly feeling good tonight. The show ends after a young fan f about 16 or 17 jumps on stage uring the encore of  Ocean Size  nd attacks Perry. Earlier in the ight he had asked for a love slave, nd now he s getting one. The rest f the band leaves the stage as the wo of them roll around to the sound f feedback and the hush of the rowd.Two geeks behind mescream Jane Says!&quot; throughout the whole xperience. Duh. Everybody knows hey don t play  Jane Says.  About 5 minutes later Perry and the girl inally leave the stage: but it s not &gt;ver yet. The band returns, unexlectedly, for a dreamlike version of, ou guessed it,  Jane Says.  The ;eeks behind me flip out. They must lave won their tickets from KROQ. After the show it s hugs and kisses"></div></div><div ID="DIVL193" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL194" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="with Stephen (yeah baby!), and a  Hello, great show  to Perry, Dave, and Eric. Then it s on to San Diego. Friday, November 2: We are staying in the same hotel as the band, and we arrive in time for a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL195" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL196" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="brief respite before heading over to soundcheck. Tonight and tomorrow Jane s is playing atUCSD. (Incidentally, didyo-J k: ow this school has a mall in it?) The students are acting cool, just like BCA geeks, and we mill around for a while, listening to the guys test out the ?: v a c ot later."></div></div><div ID="DIVL197" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL198" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="' w c iuum after Thai food for the gig- Slamming, when done correctly, can really add to the intensity level of a show. When done incorrectly, it can piss you off. The UCSD crows is one of the most inept crowds I ve ever been a part of. They love the band, which is great, but they can t slam to save or (in this case take) their own lives! Paul .Tommy and I are caught in the middle of a swaying, pushing mob. We bail out to the back, where we enjoy the show much more. Tonight, it s totally raw. The strange atmosphere of the Halloween show is replaced by frenetic energy from every comer of the room."></div></div><div ID="DIVL199" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL200" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="Back at the hotel, we go next door to Denny s with Stephen for milkshakes. He has vanilla, I have"></div></div><div ID="DIVL201" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL202" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="strawberry. Paul eats a huge banana split. A steady stream of fans flow into the restaurant and nearly break their necks checking out the scene. Stephen Perkins, drummer for the mighty Jane s Addiction, chillin  in Denny s. I must admit, I too am a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL203" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL204" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="little excited about my choice seat next to Stephen in the big, green, friendly booth. Saturday, November 3: I m bumming hard. This will be my last"></div></div><div ID="DIVL205" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL206" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="show for a few weeks, and the withdrawal is setting in prematurely. After a day in Tijuana, where we witness two-men run across the borderand another get hunted j down on the freeway by the Border Patrol, we re all in the mood for a little release. Show #4, andl m still amazed. This is the fourth time this week I ve heard them play  Summertime Rolls,  and I m floored again. After th� show we chill out - with the guys for a while we snap a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL207" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL208" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="couple of pictures, and joke around with Stephen and Perry, (they really do haye a sense of humor), before the onslaught of autographseeking hopefuls. Perry looks to us for help as young girls have him sign shirts, legs, and ticket stubs. Perry gives us all the pens, because afterall, ifhedoesn thaveapen.he can t sign an autograph. We point out a woman who looks like the Lady With The Log, and Perry agrees wholeheartedly that the resemblance is there. Yes. He has watched Twin Peaks. We say our good-byes, and our  See you in Bostons,  and we return to the lovely Summerhouse Inn. The next momingPaul, Tommy, and I head over to Denny s for some tasty vittles before heading back to La La land. We are soon joined at the next table by Perry and a few of his surfer buddies. Stephen and Tom the manager also join us for a de-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL209" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL210" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="luxe Denny s breakfast.  Wow,  I think,  Denny s rocks!  Another round of good-byes, and we re off. Four shows in one week. Wait, scratch that. Four events that will"></div></div><div ID="DIVL211" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL212" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="forever change the way I think about the world. Four events that have changed my philosophical outlook on life. Four events that rocked my world! OK. OK, I m getting a little bit carried away here, but it really was a great trip, and I encourage each and every one of you to do the same thing. Even if your favorite band is Nelson, drop what you re doing and give in to your dreams of being a groupie. Youknowyouwant to. I m more than ready to go along for the ride as Jane s Addiction marches on toward world domination. God, I can t wait for the Boston show. How many days until November 23?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL213" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL214" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Contrary to popular belief, Karyn Bryant  9O is not carrying Perry s love child."></div></div><div ID="DIVL215" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL216" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="As the band churns out a couple thousand bars of the intro, Perry acts out a suicide with a water pistol and an intense sexual encounter with himself"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL217" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL218" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="4" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL219" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="4" LABEL="tore . derc �vc ra ,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL220" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL221" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="4" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL222" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="4" LABEL="Flea and Karyn discuss plastics"></div></div><div ID="DIVL223" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL224" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="5" LABEL=""></div></div><div ID="DIVL225" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL226" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="5" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL227" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="5" LABEL="Perry Farrell (left) asks himself,  Where am 1, and who is this? "></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL228" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL229" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL230" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="6" LABEL="Qy of fie rMitdufeaed"></div></div><div ID="DIVL231" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL232" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL233" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="6" LABEL="by PEIsRA BRANDO"></div><div ID="DIVL234" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL235" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="The story you are about to read is as true as anything can be in L.A. The names have been changed to protect the jaded and tease the vain."></div></div><div ID="DIVL236" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL237" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Rubbing my eyes, I slowly regain consciousness. Memories of the night before flash through my brain: tequila, a cactus, a bike, a whip, a chain... I accept the fact that I have lost a portion of the night somewhere along the way, and that what I actually remember is only a nebulous blur. I hesitantly scan the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL238" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL239" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="room for the clock. No wonder I woke up so hungry it s five o clock! Panic and terror set in: what if everyone has already gone out?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL240" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL241" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Life moves so fast in L.A., and if you re publicly alone, you may as well be banished from the earth. Biting the flesh around my nails, grinding my teeth, dialing number after number, I prepare myself for imminent exile."></div></div><div ID="DIVL242" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL243" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Laura has a beeper. Although I don t exactly enjoy being around the woman, in this town anyone is better than no one. There must be someone else! Having read in the L. A. Times that we Capricorns can control our fate this week, I dial Jody she s home, but dead asleep.  I thought you had work today,  I ask. As if I care."></div></div><div ID="DIVL244" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL245" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Yeah-uh, I did, but my boss and I got stoned and we decided to go to bed instead,  she grunts.  Sleeping with the boss, eh?   No, we re just friends,  she explains.  Feel like going to Gladstone s? "></div></div><div ID="DIVL246" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL247" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Are you kidding?  she asks, awakening to a growing need for' something other than Pellegrino and painkillers.  Be there in twenty minutes. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL248" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL249" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="We pull up to Gladstone s  world famous  seafood restaurant/bar-on the beach parking lot in Jody s Mustang convertible. The second that we sit down on the patio, Jody begins a lament about her exboyfriend, Billy, brother of the L.A. sex symbol/movie star, Kirk, who made his debut in a risque mainstream S&amp;.M film a couple of years ago. Billy is a great guy, rides a Harley, hangs out with the Hells. He treated her well. Unfortunately, she cheated in him in a burst of drug-induced passion. He found out, and their relationship went the way of the wireless. They still seem to be in love, and although she is involved with a photographer at the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL250" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL251" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="moment, she d  leave him in the darkroom any day for Billy.  Billy has been seen with Paula, an L.A. floosie, on the back of his bike several times."></div></div><div ID="DIVL252" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL253" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Do you think that me and Billy are over?  she fishes."></div></div><div ID="DIVL254" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL255" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Well, I don t know, Jody, but if he talks to you the way you say he does, then I don t think he s too into this girl,  I say, to pacify her. I don t get paid to give advice. She looks relieved and asks where we should go tonight. We ll probably do the usual some good clubs with a couple of friends: Sean, who is a former teen idol/ singer (now rides a Harley and lives off his modelling career); Dean, Jody s boss, a photographer, who cruises in his Daddy s Range Rover; my best friend, Sarah and her boyfriend, a transformed Beverly Hills boy, now a Northwestern U. rocker; maybe Cecile, Jody s friend; and possibly my old friend Jeanie from the Valley (now from the City). Then we decide to screw the idea of rounding up our mini-gang. They ll be there anyway. As we sit down in the car, Jody s mouth drops open. She notices that her ashtray"></div></div><div ID="DIVL256" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL257" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="full of  shrooms is wide open. The thought of one of the valet surfers consuming them while we were doing dinner gives her pause. The cargo intact, she raises her eyes to thank the Lord for his benevolence. We had to get ready prepare ourselves for the long night ahead, find something noticeable to wear and cover the bags under our eyes with the masking cream of trueblue movie stars. We decide to meet later at her house. We ll make all those important calls and see what the agenda is for the night."></div></div><div ID="DIVL258" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL259" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Sarah is always the first on my list. She s always home around this time, having matzo ball soup, kasha, or some other Jewish concoction with her highly unreligious yet �biquitously traditional family. She gives me the  life-update : the neglect she is subjected to, how her boyfriend s jet-ski s technical difficulties cause him to become overly moody, how he complains that a $300,000 limit has been placed on his Amex card by his frugal patriarch, or how he bemoans tha t she was always hanging around when he wants to be with his friends."></div></div><div ID="DIVL260" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL261" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" You know, I never cheated on him, but when he s like this, it makes me want to fuck every guy that I see. Let s go out and pick up on guys tonight.  Mindful of her mood, my next tactical telephone call is to Bar One, informing them that I, Petra, will be bringing four guests. The night is arranged, so I get ready for the endocrine system of the L.A. club scene."></div></div><div ID="DIVL262" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL263" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Getting in to Bar One is easy, as usual. Immediately I make my way for the bar. I ll need some sort of substance to survive this wading pool. I push and shove and finally arrive at my bartender s station. Standing on the ledge under the bar, I lean over to give the ape a peck on dhe cheek. He acknowledges my presence with a brief  Hello  and asks me what I ll have. Affording the time span of decision, the word,  Greyhound  escapes my lips, followed by a  Please.  Asking, how much, I stammer with a financial flirtatiousness. He consents to put it  on the house. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL264" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL265" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="The people are the same as every week. My eyes wander as I profess how happy I am to see them and excuse myself for not"></div></div><div ID="DIVL266" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL267" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="returning their calls. I blame my neglect on various family engagements and responsibilities, creating fictitious stories along the way: my dog wandered fatally into traffic, my best friend had an abortion, my grandmother was mugged and I had to cancel all her credit cards... the usual. A mob forms at the door a star has"></div></div><div ID="DIVL268" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL269" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="arrived. All conversations are quickly terminated and people find an area to pose, usually by the pool table. I light up a cigarette and flip my hair to one side. Some old school friends of mine huddle in a corner, giggling profusely. Flashes of the paparazzi outside whiten the mirrored doors like a strobe light and outline the silhouettes of the fans."></div></div><div ID="DIVL270" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL271" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Jody and Sarah are sitting at a table in the back. Spotting them, I go over and squeeze into the booth. They whisper that they don t know thepeoplesittingwith them. One of them I recognize as Eddie, a regular on Saturday Night Live. We try to make conversation but the people seem to be too absorbed in themselves to acknowledge us. One of the women has a high pitched voice and doesn t take her eyes,off. Eddie. ',"></div></div><div ID="DIVL272" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL273" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Oh my God!   shesqueals,  you re NOT a Sagittarius! So am I! "></div></div><div ID="DIVL274" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL275" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Uh.. Yeah, I am, and my moon is rising in Leo,  he replies.  Shit! Noway! Awesome-mine is too! "></div></div><div ID="DIVL276" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL277" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="The majority of us sit dumbfounded, amazed at the simplistic foundation of their night together. Just then, a waiter appears carrying a cake. He begins to sing  Happy Birthday  and places it before the celebrity. The song develops as the people"></div></div><div ID="DIVL278" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL279" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="; sing, and at the point j ;meanttovoicehisname, j le silence emerges, untiUj prompts them. The table j , claps, and disperses. All ] woman, who remains sit-1 focused on her new man. te China Club, hoping to crying experience. Again, to the bar and flirt a Stoli the bartender. This time ' an astronomical amount, n an extra lime in each i the band for a moment, :  Sexual Healing.  nanager if we can get a dies that we will have to ; everyone else. Sarah has a about being treated like in, and regards his behavand appalling. We can t ve ever came here in the 1, invincible clubbers that i of Hollywood. The doore crowd and we get called lae main room is crowded, rough the entrance to the de, the house band plays f played last nightand the carlett Letter, this club is e rock stars that frequent an acquaintance of mine ay over to him. The lead known commercial rock ns unaffected and genu s with his girlfriend, a enof silicone engineering :o say for herself. I pay my if he s going to sing later. :h an apathetic  I don t ses himself, saying  I have mylizard.  ne of my stranger friends, streak tonight and offers not the same challenge Bar One, but I accept and to the bar. e sighs,  What am I going h?  mean?  lamnedcute! Iloveher   all such little princesses! te. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL280" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL281" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" Dave, what have you been snorting tonight?   Nothing! I love you guys!   Great, babe,  I reply, disgusted at his overwhelmingly cheesy attitude. Just then, he experiences a turn of the stomach and changes his tone.  L.A. sucks. All you guys do is go to clubs,  he mutters.  What kind of fucking city is this anyway? I m leaving.  .  Relax. What s wrong with you?   Oh, nothing. I m sorry,  he replies.  Let s have another drink. I just wish we could all go to Palm Springs. Maybe I ll go back to Ohio. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL282" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL283" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" No, don t do that,  I say, after weighing out the pros and cons. I was thinking Alaska wouldn t be far enough.  You re so cute. I m so glad that you care! "></div></div><div ID="DIVL284" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL285" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="Suddenly, a bright flash of light bums my eyes, bringing me back to when I woke"></div></div><div ID="DIVL286" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL287" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="up. When my vision is restored, I see a camera and attached to it, my  aspiring photographer  friend  more likea good publicist Toni. Wearing her overalls and a pair of Converse high tops, she grins and yells Hello. Toni is on coke again I question her and she assures me that it s only a tranquilizer, but the white dust surrounding her nostrils is a dead giveaway, although Matt assures me that she s been gorging on Dunkin s pow-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL288" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL289" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="dered donuts all day. She tells me about her new man."></div></div><div ID="DIVL290" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL291" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" He said that I have really nice hair. I think he s going to take me to dinner tomorrow. He s so sweet. I have had no money for the past couple of weeks  cuz I was in between jobs and I told him that I was sick since I haven t eaten in a long time. Ya know what he did? He took me to the market and bought me $ 100 worth of food. I ve got so much good stuff now.   But Toni, I could have sworn I took you to dinner a couple of nights ago.  I search my mind.  NUH-HUH-not me, man. I was doing a shoot on Eric Estrada s ranch in Santa Barbara. What a bummer that no magazines wanted those snaps. I wonder why...   I continue talking to her, glance to my"></div></div><div ID="DIVL292" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL293" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="left to see who let off the odor that just disintegrated my new Eligha dress, and when I turn back, Toni has disappeared. I ask Dave (whoat thispointwasdancingin the comer of the room) where she went and he informs me that she spotted Axel in the crowd and had to get him before he left."></div></div><div ID="DIVL294" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL295" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="But Toni s disappearing act becomes relatively unimportant to me when I notice my ex-boyfriend sitting at one of the booths with Cindy, my old arch-enemy. The sight of someone who was once close to me with his tongue saturating a sleaze s earlobe is quite distressing. I restrain my temper and try to look the other way, but then I see him slide her painted fingertip into his beckoning mouth and begin to suck. I have to break out. Running over to the table, 1 knock his drink into her lap and motion my fingers towards my throat, snarling my upper lip. He frantically tries"></div></div><div ID="DIVL296" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL297" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="to clean the cranberry juice off her white lacy dress, hoping to delay the impending disaster. But he is too late the juice stains well. She tries to take a swing at me, but I move out of the way. My ex-boyfriend tries to hold the squirming creature down, and a crowd forms around the table. Punches are thrown and chairs are flying around the small area. I see my friend Gabi, who loves this sort of thing, clawing at Cindy s scalp, trying to rip the lace off her dress. Spotting Lebatama, the gargantuan Egyptian who owns the club (with whom Gabi slept with so she could always get in), I motion him over, shouting my version of the story. Seeing that his baby, like Cindy, was in danger of having her dress removed, he pushes his large girth into the crowd and breaks it up, banning"></div></div><div ID="DIVL298" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL299" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="my X and Cindy from the Scarlett Letter for life. They hide their heads in shame as two Spice security beasts carry them out of the club. Gabi straightens her hair, sweeps the dust off of her mini-dress and smiles. Toni runs full force ahead towards us, sweat dripping from the tip of her nose.  I got it ALL it was great, so much action  this will be great for publicity. I better get a raise,  she shouts. For the first time I approve of her profession and ask for a dozen copies of Cindy at her worst."></div></div><div ID="DIVL300" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL301" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="Dave returns, making sure that all the guilty parties were punished and banned from his cousin s exclusive club.  Why didn tyou tell me you guys were in trouble? I would have saved you,  he assures us.  Just like the police...  mutters Gabi."></div></div><div ID="DIVL302" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL303" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" Let me introduce you to my cousin. He s really good-looking. You ll like him. He wants to be an actor...  Dave yells to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL304" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL305" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="his cousin and summons him over. It is the first time that Dave has been right about anything. He is very handsome and looks like he doesn t enjoy the L.A. scene Hike him."></div></div><div ID="DIVL306" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL307" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="We all begin to talk and Dave excuses himself to go take a picture with Sylvester Stallone. Gabi starts to flirt with the man drooling down her shoulder and he buys her a drink. I start talking to Dave s cousin, Mel, and we decide to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL308" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL309" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="leave and go to the Living Room. We arrive at the Java House on La Brea in Hollywood and get some giant iced coffees. The place is crowded so we decide to head outside and sit on the bus stop benches that are frequently used by the late-night customers. It s already three in the morning and the streets are empty.  So what do you do?&quot; I ask, forgetting thatDavehadtoldmeabouthisaspirations."></div></div><div ID="DIVL310" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL311" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" Oh, God...lguessl manactor. I haven t done anything big yet, but I ve done really well at commercials and shit. I give it two more years, then I head back for Michigan. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL312" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL313" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" You re from Michigan! Wow why did you ever leave to come here?  I ask."></div></div><div ID="DIVL314" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL315" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Well, I had a business, but it was too much of a follow-in-myfather s-footsteps-family business... I wanted to do something different, and they re all proud of me that I did this. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL316" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL317" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Wait... you wanted to do something different so you came out to Hollywood to become an actor?  I giggle.  I don t know, no one else at home does anything outrageous. Don t get me wrong; 1 love my family, I m a family man un-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL318" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL319" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="like the majority of people out here.. I just wanted to be different. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL320" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL321" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Do you ever want to go back?   God are you kidding? I would love to, but my pride...   Your pride?! ? Are you afraid of people not thinking that you did anything?   I ve done a lot of shit not the movies, but I did good. I just think people may think I failed, that I m a quitter.   Well I don t know what people would think out in Michigan, but in my opinion, I would respect you so much more if you did get out of this trap and go start a real life. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL322" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL323" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" You know, someone said that"></div></div><div ID="DIVL324" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL325" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="to me the other day. It s all starting to make sense.  Just then, a car screeches around the comer and swerves all over the road. The driver throws a bottle out of his window and the glass shatters oh the pavement. The car, like Toni with her camera, vanishes almost in-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL326" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL327" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="stantly.  Why the fuck am I here?!  he chuckles."></div></div><div ID="DIVL328" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL329" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Get out now, before you re accepted and enjoy the novelty of it. No one here is real, Mel. You are, but if you stay too long, you become just as superficial. Who wants to spend their lives discussing what the latest clothes are at the top shops on Rodeo Drive, who was where, the latest dirt on the celebrities?  I drive him back to his car, parked in a lot by the club we had been to. I give him my phone number and ask him to call me.  I really think you should start a normallife, butyouhave to make up your own mind,  I tell him.  I ll give you a call. Thanks for the chat.. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL330" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL331" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="I look down at my clock and it s six in the morning. I didn t even realize that it was that late. But it was fun, I think, and even if he stays in L.A. (which he probably will), it was a good challenge. 1 make my way over the hill to my apartment by the beach, almostfallingasleep along the way (even though I had that ridiculous amount of caffeine j ust a few moments before)."></div></div><div ID="DIVL332" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL333" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="The phone rings and I quickly pick it up. It s Mel.  Sorry to call this late, but I was just thinking I decided to move back with my friends and family start a real life, you know, what you said. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL334" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL335" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Oh my God I m so happy for you!   I called and got a ticket on standby, for this morning. Would you mind taking me to the airport?   I would love to. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL336" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL337" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="I quickly get dressed and head out the door. The drive to LAX is good no traffic, and we talk a lot."></div></div><div ID="DIVL338" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL339" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="We find a trolley to put his bags on and he goes to the check-in desk. I walk him up to the gate and he gives me a hug good-bye.  Come up and visit sometime, you're always welcome. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL340" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL341" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" I d love to if I can get away from here,  I reply. And he leaves."></div></div><div ID="DIVL342" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL343" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Petra Brando  94 hears that South America is coming into style."></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL344" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL345" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="6" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL346" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="6" LABEL="photography by USA ROSE Axl tells David how much Tin Machine sucks."></div></div><div ID="DIVL347" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL348" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="6" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL349" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="6" LABEL="Mickey Rourke, just before he buys drinks for all his friends,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL350" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL351" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="7" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL352" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="7" LABEL="Yo Elton, whatchoo doin  wit  Sly and de on-too-rase?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL353" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL354" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="7" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL355" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="7" LABEL="Outside the Spice of Hollywood."></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL356" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL357" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL358" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="8" LABEL="mod?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL359" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL360" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL361" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="8" LABEL="Make a Run for thef�^rogj;"></div><div ID="DIVL362" TYPE="SUBHEADLINE" ORDER="8" LABEL="Four men and their Jmrrito Smprem"></div></div><div ID="DIVL363" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL364" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL365" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="8" LABEL="by ANDREW FRUMOVITZ"></div><div ID="DIVL366" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL367" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="in all our lives, rhere are certain moments we experience week after week, some giving pleasure and some giving pain. The nine o clock music of Hank Williams Jr. introducing Monday Night Football makes me"></div></div><div ID="DIVL368" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL369" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="smile; the alarm sounding at 7:30 in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays makes me cry. But no moment of the week fills me with more unadulterated joy, more sheer exuberation, than six o clock on Sunday. For it is on this, the eighteenth hour of the seventh day, that the fellas and I begin our pilgrimage to Taco Bell. It is central to the beliefs of myself and my compatriots that God must have spent the entire seventh day with a Soft Taco Supreme in His hand. I like to think of The Big Guy eating soft tacos because I have a penchant for them, while my friend Craig has holy visions of Him with a bean burrito smothered in hot sauce."></div></div><div ID="DIVL370" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL371" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="It is Sunday. I roll into Glenn s room, my watch reads 5:57 p.m., Monday, October 22nd. I always set my watch exactly 24 hours ahead of time so I am never late anywhere. Glenn looks up from his computer, nodding briefly. He is saving his paper, and wears an uncharacteristically quizzical look on his face."></div></div><div ID="DIVL372" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL373" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL=" Semiotics,  he explains.  It s not your fault,  I concur,  you thought it had something to do with the media when you registered. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL374" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL375" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="The door opens widely as Jeremy and Craig enter triumphantly, smugly satisfied that they ve survived another week. Handshakes are greedily exchanged. The clock reads 5:59. Armed with only our appetites, ideals and billfolds, the clock tolls six and we turn to face a tiny eatery in North Providence."></div></div><div ID="DIVL376" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL377" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="As soon as we make it outside I call  Shotgun.  In a startling display of the power of the English vocabulary, this one utterance immediately initiates a hostile, almost violent controversy. Being from California, I had invoked  The West Coast Corollary to the Shotgun Doctrine : as soon as any group of fellas mobilize with intent of movement towards a motor vehicle, any sin-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL378" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL379" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="gle candidate of said entourage may signify and solidify his/her rights to the right front seat by expressing firmly and passionately the word  Shotgun.  I had waited until we made our egress merely as a common courtesy. Yet Glenn and Craig, both natives of New York, begin arguing bitterly. Their reactionary, severely antiquated, East Coast  Shotgun  code dictates that both being outside and in sight of the vehicle must be situational conditions prior to any calling of  Shotgun.  Whether this misguided argument is the result of genetics or environment remains to be seen."></div></div><div ID="DIVL380" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL381" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="We were nearing fisticuffs when Jeremy, the owner of the wheels, stepped in as mediator. As fate may have it, Jeremy is from New Jersey (the dubious 908 area code to be exact), and so I am viciously slighted in his judgement. The shotgun honor is Glenn s. To this day, I have yet to overcome the scar from this blatant miscarriage of justice."></div></div><div ID="DIVL382" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL383" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Sliding across the plush interior of Jeremy s black Acura, my mouth begins to water. We first stop by the Hospital Trust ATM as Glenn and I both needed some extra cash. (No need to limit your menu options due to budgetary miscalculations.) Once inside the ATM room, I look at Glenn and he looks at me. We both know that in that energizing moment, the Shotgun is free. I race to the machine on the left, and Glenn to the one on the right. He gets his card in first, but my fingers prove faster. I scramble through the door yelling  Shotgun,  with a crisp twenty tightly gripped in my hand. After letting Glenn in the back, I assume my role in the front of the car like the virulent cowboys who rode Shotgun for Wells Fargo in our not too distant, American past. The atmosphere in the car is carefree and casual, as Jeremy brilliantly weaves his way through traffic like Rosie Greer doing macram6. We whisk down South Main, deviously gliding onto 146 North, until we come to Mineral Spring Avenue. Just as the name suggests, our arrival there smacks of refreshment. We are nearly there. We calculate. Soon would be the first true test of the evening: where to get into line. I have always prefered to be first, and that is why I find the Shotgun call so integral. There is, however, a code amongst us four that after ordering you pass back your change (quarters obviously excluded) so the next can can make use of it. Jeremy is always last, as he must take out his radio and club-lock the steering wheel (although he is parked just outside the window), which leads me to believe that the miserly Jeremy fears not the theft of his car, but instead relishes the built-up change that finds its way to the back of the line. We screech to a halt outside the golden portals. I slam the door after getting out, hindering the others  exit, thus securing my place first in line. Glenn, then Craig, then Jeremy are soon to follow. I step up to the counter. The stocky young woman behind the register looks expectantly up. Her nameplate indicates that, in the fast-food business, she is commonly refered to as Barbara. Before I can decide on my order, Barbara asks me,  Do you know Eric Williams? "></div></div><div ID="DIVL384" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL385" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL=" No, I don t think so,  I reply after finding no truly viable, alternative response.  Oh,  she says disappointedly,  because you look a lot like him.  Her reasoning temporarily staggers all four members of our group. I shake off the magnitude of her statement like a dog coming out of the ocean, and I place my order."></div></div><div ID="DIVL386" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL387" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL=" May I have a small Pepsi, a Soft Taco, a Soft Taco Supreme, a Taco Bell Grande, a MexiMelt, and uh...uh...,  I begin to crack under the pressure. I can feel my three amigos breathing down my neck, hinged on my next few words;  and another Soft taco. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL388" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL389" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="We wait expectantly as she rings up my order. The MexiMelt is new, replacing the Beef Burrito Supreme that had fallen out of favor on my previous visit. The total comes to an amazing six dollars even, no change. Something of a golf clap, along with a slight hubbub, emerges from my friends, as I have managed to place an order without losing any change."></div></div><div ID="DIVL390" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL391" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Glenn, Craig, and Jeremy, all place their respective orders, being sure to only order water as their refreshments. In something parallel to Benjamin Franklin s discovery of electricity, Glenn had made an astounding realization on our second voyage of the fledgling semester. He ordered a water, emptied the cup and took a few drops of Pepsi from my glass. He swished the soda remnants about the bottom of the cup, and then, as free refills are standard policy, Glenn went to the register to claim another cupful of Pepsi. Truly magnificent, we had all agreed."></div></div><div ID="DIVL392" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL393" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="As we wait for our food we -reminisce about past trips. Jeremy brings up our favorite war story about Adam, a neophyte whom we once brought along for the company. He soon broke the cardinal rule, however, by ordering a large Pepsi when there were free refills. We corrected him, but it was too late. Like Bill Buckner, he would have to learn from his mistakes. He has since settled for Ratty turkey on Sundays, and has reportedly moved to a retirement home in Miami. We all wish him well."></div></div><div ID="DIVL394" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL395" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Just before my order comes up, a staggering call thunders out of the drive-thru speakers. Some amazingly impressive individual has ordered twelve MexiMelts. Respectful as we are of this awe-inspiring order, we all grow edgy. The MexiMelt is the one item on the menu prepared in the microwave thirty seconds a shot. Due to the North Providence Taco Bell s dearth of microwaves (two, to be exact), we must wait an additional three minutes for our orders to be actualized. Discontent brews bitterly in our four souls. The drive-thru has again proved to be a worthy nemesis. While we wait, we ponder the menu displayed overhead. We make note of the farcical ten-taco deal that only saves the customer eleven cents; we scoff at the Chilito, a trial item that had proved most unprecedented the week before. After what seems like an eternity, our food is finally dispensed. To describe the carnage as we attack our respective meals would be too unsettling for my delicate audience. Suffice it to say, there is much blood, as Craig splits his lip on his taco shell, while Glenn bites his tongue trying to open up the hot sauce. In little less than seven minutes, which Jeremy claims to be record time, we all recline in our booth, bloated and victorious. To the victors go the spoils, and our spoils are nothing less than the sweet memory of a meal well eaten and an American institution: Taco Bell."></div></div><div ID="DIVL396" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL397" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Andy Frumovitz  92 was paid no promotional fees for this article. Any resemblance between Andy and Young MC are purely coincidental."></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL398" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL399" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="8" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL400" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="8" LABEL="Grease on the chin is soon to follow. PHOTO BY ANDY FRUMOVITZ"></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL401" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL402" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL403" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="9" LABEL="yviovies"></div></div><div ID="DIVL404" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL405" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL406" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="9" LABEL="Prince Burns His Bridges"></div></div><div ID="DIVL407" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL408" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL409" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="9" LABEL="by SUSAN SOEST"></div><div ID="DIVL410" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL411" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="if you didn t leave Purple Rain wondering who- died and made Prince God, you will after seeing Graffiti Bridge. His Purple Highness writes, directs and stars in this feature-length music video, attempting to continue the spiritual enlightenment that began with Purple Rain. Whatever novelty or mystery his idea had in the first movie, six years later in Graffiti Bridge it s become decidedly tiresorrie. Perhaps the tragedy of Prince s film career is that his first ven-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL412" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL413" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="ture was such an unequivocal event. In Purple Rain, Prince softened up his toughguy/pervert image a bit by infusing it with spirituality. His belief in something greater than the greed of the club scene, embodied by Morris Day, led Prince to triumph in the end. It had the potential for extreme sappiness, but it had just enough of a sense of humor, and good enough music, so that the viewer, left smiling rather than reaching for the barf bag. Incidentally, Prince did not direct. The plot of Graffiti Bridge is very similar, but ultimately less successful. The setting is Seven Corners, a mythical world of neon and nightclubs. Bad guy Morris Day has a controlling interest in all of them except : the Glam Slam, which he shares with Prince. Prince owes Day money, and Day threatens to take over the club if he doesn t"></div></div><div ID="DIVL414" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL415" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="pay up. Depressed that his music isn t drawing the crowds, Prince spends a lot of time in his  dwelling  underneath the club s stage writing letters to his dead father."></div></div><div ID="DIVL416" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL417" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Help arrives in the form of the beautiful and innocent angel,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL418" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL419" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Aura (Ingrid Chavez, Prince s latest discovery). While she is sent to give Prince hope and inspiration, much of her time is spent writing poetry under a graffitied bridge that exists somewhere outside of clubland. Under her influence, Prince defeats Morris Day in a musical contest to decide who owns the Glam Slam. Tragedy strikes as Aura is run over by a Suzuki Samurai, but her mission has been accomplished already. The movie ends with a spiritual piece performed by the Kid (reminiscent, naturally, of Purple Rain ) and everybody leaves the theater weeping with a new outlook on life. Aside from its rather silly plot, Graffiti �% Bridge suffers most from Prince s self-indulgent dwelling on spiritually and religion. It has never been clear in exactly what capacity Prince considers himself religious. In Purple Rain, he pretty much inferred that he was the Prince of Peace. Recall the lyrics of  I Would Die 4 U :  No need to worry, no need to cry, I m new Messiah and you re the reason why.  In Purple Rain it just didn t seem to matter exactly what he meant by this. However the religious aspect of Graffiti Bridge is too full of contradictions to be accepted at any level. Aura is a troubling character in that she is one moment angelic and pure, the next a sex kitten. In one scene, she at- 1 tempts to seduce Morris Day to ] make him act nicer to Prince (follow that logic). She becomes quite drunk and belts out,  I ve got the toys to turn your body out/I ve got the noise to .make you scream and shout.  Latter,, though, she and Prince play a game of hangman in which he spells out M-I-N-E and points to her. She replies,  No, His,  and points to the heavens. Even later she ends up frolicking in the alley with. Prince on his motorcycle. Angel or vixen? Madonna or whore? The eternal dilemma."></div></div><div ID="DIVL420" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL421" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Equally ironic is Prince s final number at the Glam Slam after Aura s fatal accident. The Kid belts out a gospel-like ode to peace and joy and such, backed by a choir decked out in black robes and gold chains. Looming in the background is a giant painting of a bluish-tinted, naked demon-woman (a la Frank Frazetta). What does it all mean?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL422" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL423" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="If Prince is so morally upright, why does he spend millions of dollars making movies with blatant elements of promiscuous sex, sexism, and all-around nastiness? In light of this, the fact that Prince always casts himself as the champion of goodness is even more annoying. His preachiness rings resoundingly hollow. Unless he works out the sizeable kinks in his spiritual philosophy, or even better, leaves- the whole mess out of his future films, it is quite possible-that Prince s affair with Hollywood will have   peaked with his first effort."></div></div><div ID="DIVL424" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL425" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Susan Soest  92 still likes to refer to Prince as  His Purple Highness "></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL426" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL427" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="9" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL428" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="9" LABEL="PHOTO BY JEFF KATZ Prince looks into the future and sees... His Royal Badness On Ice."></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL429" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL430" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL431" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="10" LABEL="Lifestyles of the Rich and Comatose"></div><div ID="DIVL432" TYPE="SUBHEADLINE" ORDER="10" LABEL="barely a pulse to Reversal of Fortune"></div></div><div ID="DIVL433" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL434" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL435" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="10" LABEL="by RACHEL BREM and MEREDITH MOSS"></div><div ID="DIVL436" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL437" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="D 1 eversal of Fortune pretends to be a brilliant film complete with fame, intrigue, drugs, liaisons, courtroom tension, and two Brown graduates. 0.K., so the Brown graduates were twelve and twenty at the time, and minor characters, about as flat as all the others in the film...so the movie s overdone and sleep-inducing but we got press."></div></div><div ID="DIVL438" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL439" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Alex ( B3) and Alla ( 88) von Biilow, children of the infamous Klaus and Sunny von Biilow, have spent their lives watching the all-too-predictable demise of their upper-crust family. In the throes of an unhappy, marriage, their father turns to affairs and their mother to drugs; Sunny suffers two comas, and Klaus is charged with his wife s murder. Our story begins after von Billow s first conviction, when he calls on saintly lawyer Alan Dershowitz to orchestrate his appeal. Good-guy Dershowitz, played by Ron Silver, wrote the selfserving non-fictional account of von Biilow s story on which the movie was based. He s the Har-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL440" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL441" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="vard professor you always wanted to have, a chummy father, a driven defender of justice. He assembles a zany funloving bunch of law students who play basketball in his driveway, eat spaghetti in his kitchen, and research law briefs for the von Biilow case in between ping-pong games. Dershowitz makes himself out to be a bit too good to be true. When he takes on Billow s glitzy case, a disillusioned groupie whimpers,  With Your record defending the poor and oppressed?!  Dershowitz justifies taking the case by making it a matter of classism, claiming the prosecution in the first trial succeeded because it had the means to employ private detectives."></div></div><div ID="DIVL442" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL443" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="We were surprised to see Glenn Close accept the dimensionless role of Sunny von Biilow. She s your basic fallen aristocrat, complete with damsel-in-distress act and breathy voice-overs. She appears only intermittently, either comatose in a hospital bed, or having drug-tinged tantrums in the family s Newport mansion. Klaus von Biilow (Jeremy"></div></div><div ID="DIVL444" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL445" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Irons) paces up and down the screen spouting things like,  We are all the keepers of our own souls,  in a voice which somehow combines Richard Nixon and Bette Davis. The writers fall short in their attempt to portray him as mysterious and eccentric, although Irons  ghoulish eyes and sunken cheeks are effective."></div></div><div ID="DIVL446" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL447" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Stilted interchanges attempt to create drama:  You re a very strange man,  says Dershowitz, as von Biilow slinks into his limo. The aristocrat recedes into the shadows with an enigmatic,  You have no idea.  Give it up, kids; the entire movie is contrived beyond salvation. Klaus  mystery is so lacking that the movie depends on Sunny s cheesy voice-overs for some semblance of suspense."></div></div><div ID="DIVL448" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL449" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="The predictability ruins even incidental characters, who easily fit boring stereotypes. David Marriot, Sleazy Witness Number One, screams  scum  with his pinky ring and enormous tie, seen from the angle of Dershowitz at Marriot s retroseventies kitchen table. Von Billow s current fling Andrea fits the gold-digging opportunist cliche, her gravelly voice boasting,  I ve devoted my life"></div></div><div ID="DIVL450" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL451" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="to clearing his name.  Trendoid black-garbed Harvard law students strike fashion poses at Dershowitz s research parties. The movie alternates too regularly between scenes of Dershowitz s Bloodhound Gang and the depressing von Biilow household, falling into a tiresome rut. Flashbacks to Sunny s pre-vegetable days are false and redundant. At one point, the movie even resorts to the enactment of hypothetical situations concocted by the defense lawyers."></div></div><div ID="DIVL452" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL453" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Cinematography and sets are forced and overdone. Our favorite was the romantic courtship scene between Sunny and Klaus: filtered light; lawn party; white umbrellas; pink rosetted gown. Classic. Dershowitz s book claims that this true story lent perfectly to the screen.  Sex and scandal, money and lies, greed, power, and unanswered questions,  brags the jacket. But this is exactly the problem no movie with any integrity or originality could have covered the von Biilow trial. An hour of  Dallas  clips has exactly the same elements and appeal as Klaus s real-life  ordeal ; the only advantage Reversal of Fortune has over a night of prime time is the grime and grit of two recent Brown grads."></div></div><div ID="DIVL454" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL455" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Rachel Brem  94 and Meredith Moss  94 are still suffering from low blood-sugar levels as a result of seeing this movie"></div></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL456" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL457" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL458" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="listings"></div></div><div ID="DIVL459" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL460" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL461" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="art"></div></div><div ID="DIVL462" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL463" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL464" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL465" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="ASHAMU DANCE STUDIO, LYMAN HALL Fri thru Sun: Fall Dance Concert, 8 p.m., $5 Sat: performance by Fusion Dance featuring Melissa Rivera, time TBA."></div></div><div ID="DIVL466" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL467" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="DAVID WINTON BELL GALLERY List Art Center, Brown University Sat thru January 13: Sketches for Japanese Prims, drawings by 19th century artist Utagawa Kuniyoshi. HAFFENREFFER MUSEUM OF ANTHROPOL OGY Bristol, R 1 253-8388 Sat and Sun 1 -5 p.m., Mem thru Fri by appointment only ongoing: Woodlands: Contemporary Art of the Anishnabe, and A Faithful Resemblance: the McKenney-HallLithographs 1836-' 18 44, selections from local collections, thru Dec, 1990:TheNativeArrtsandMaterialCulaarecfthe Canadian and Alaskan North. thru Dec, 1990: Selections from New World Collections, representing native peoples of the Southeast, the Great Lakes, the Plains, the Northwest Coast, California, the Southwest, and MesoAmerica."></div></div><div ID="DIVL468" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL469" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="NEWPORT ART MUSEUM 76 Bellevue Ave., Newport Sun: Michael Harper, Rrofessor of English at Brown University, will read from his new poetry book, admission by donation. thru Nov. 25: Directions: African-American Artists Now, and Edward Bannister, call for opening times."></div></div><div ID="DIVL470" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL471" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="R.I.S.D. MUSEUM OF ART 224 Benefit St., 331 -3511"></div></div><div ID="DIVL472" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL473" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Fri: Lunchart Leonard Lesko discusses his collection of Bohemian and Selesian Glass, 12:15"></div></div><div ID="DIVL474" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL475" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Sun: Artfeast, aThanksgivingTourofstiU-lifepaintingsfrom the museum s permanent collection led by Virginia Macdonald, followed by a drawing workshop, 3 p.m., tickets $1"></div></div><div ID="DIVL476" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL477" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="thru Dec. 30: BohemianandSilesianGlass fromEastem Europe thru Dec 30: Indonesian Textiles, weavings from the islands of Celebes, Bali, Sumatra, and Java, thru January 6: Grand NeopditanChristmasCreche, a display of more than 200 delicately painted terra-cotta figures inspired by 18th century originalsare part of this Nativityscene brought to Providence from Naples, thru January 6: Womenof the FbatmgWorld, ajapanese print exh ibi cion that focuses on the role of rhe courtesan within the social fabric ofjapan s urban centers of rhe late 18th century'. RHODE ISLAND STATE COUNCIL FOR THE ARTS 95 Cqdar Street, Providence Fri: Gale Nelson, Brown alumnus and staff person in the English Department, will read from his new book of poetry, sponsored by the Poetry Mission, 8 p.m, free and open to the"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL478" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL479" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="12" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL480" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL481" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL482" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="movies"></div></div><div ID="DIVL483" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL484" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL485" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL486" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="AVON CINEMA 260 Thayer St., 421-331 Life and Nothing�ut: (starting Sunday), Eveningsat7:oo, 930 p.m., Sun matinees at 1,330 p.m. Presumed Innocent: both Fri&amp;Sat at 7 p.m. and 9:30 p.m., Sat matinees at 1,330 p.m. The Second Animation Celebration: Fri&amp;Satatmidnight"></div></div><div ID="DIVL487" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL488" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="CABLE CAR CINEMA 204 South Main St., 272-3970 Labyrinth of Passion: Evenings 7:15 p.m., Fri &amp; Sat at midnighlySat &amp; Sun matinees at 1 p.m. Wild at Heart: Evenings 930 p.m., Sat &amp; Sun at 5 p.m. Three by Scorsese: Sat &amp; Sun at 3 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL489" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL490" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="BROWN FILM SOCIETY Carmichael Auditorium, Brown"></div></div><div ID="DIVL491" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL492" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Return of the Pink Panther: Fri at 7 p.m., Sun at 930p.m. Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai: Fri93op.m., Sat at 7 p. m. The Pit and the Pendulum: Fri at midnight Stripes: Sat at 930 p.m, Sun at 7 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL493" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL494" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="FOUR SEASONS CINEMA 60 Newport Ave, Providence 434-4655 Call movie theatre for movies and times."></div></div><div ID="DIVL495" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL496" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="RISD AUDITORIUM Canal Street at Market Square Sun: A whirlwind tourofASightseer s France, a full-length travel documentary, $5 for RISD museum members, $7 for non-members, 230 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL497" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL498" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="SHOWCASE CINEMA-SEEKONK 800 Fall River Ave, Seekonk 336-6020 midnight shows on Fri, Sat and Wed only Rocky 5:12,1230, 2:15,2:45,430,5:00,7:20, 7:45,9:45, 1010,12:05 Sibling Rivalry: 1:10,3:10, 5:10, 730, 9:40, 11:40 Good Fellas: 1,4, 7:10,10:10 Child s Play 2: 1:15, 3:15,5:15, 7:20, 9:50,11:50 Ghost: 1:15, 4:05, 7:15, 10:00, 12:25 White Palace: 12:20, 230, 4:40, 7:25, 1005,12:15 The Memphis Belle: 1,3:05,5:10,730,9:50 11-50 Avalon: 1:30, 7:00, 11:55 Postcards from the Edge: 4:15, 9:30"></div></div><div ID="DIVL499" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL500" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="SHOWCASE CINEMA-WARWICK 1200 Quaker Lane, Warwick, 885-1621 midnight shows on Fri &amp; Sat only Rocky 5: 12, 1230, 2:15, 2:45, 430, 5, 7:20, 7:45 9-45 1010,12 White Palace: 12:15, 230, 4:45, 730,1005,12:00 Fantasia: 130, 4:15, 7:00, 930, 11:45 Avalon: 135,4:25,7:10, 9:45, 12 Pacific Heights: 12:20, 2:25, 430, 7:10,9:55, 12 Memphis Belle: 3:05, 7:40, 12 Postcards from the Edge: 1,5:10, 10 Sibling Rivalry: 1,3,5, 735,935, 1135 Reversal of Fortune: 12:10,2:25,4:40,7:25,9:50 12 Good Fellas: 1,4, 7:05,10:05 Ghost: 1:15,435, 7:15,9:55,12 Child s Play 2: 1:10,3:10,5:10, 7:20, 9:40,11:40"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL501" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL502" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="12" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL503" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL504" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL505" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="music"></div></div><div ID="DIVL506" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL507" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL508" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL509" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="ALUMNAE HALL Sun: Voices of Inspiration, &quot;come be a part of our ministry through song&quot;, 5 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL510" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL511" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="AS22O 71 Richmond St, 831-9327"></div></div><div ID="DIVL512" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL513" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Fri: Sound Happening with Sourpuss and City Hobgoblins, and those media darlings, Another Band, 8:30 p.m., $4 SattCabaretcf theOddlyNormal, withJulie�iskano, thenewage Ethyl Merman, mixed-media rock by Tree, anda show by Radio V0id....830 p.m., $4 Sun: Art Attack!!! An arts festival of 10 minute pieces, anyone in art responds tocensorshipand the NEA mess, 830 p.m., $4"></div></div><div ID="DIVL514" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL515" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="CUSTOM HOUSE TAVERN 36 Weybosset St., Providence 621-9759 Sun: Gregg Mazel &amp; friends, 9 p.m., $3 Mon: Abate &amp; Diamond, 9 p.m., $3"></div></div><div ID="DIVL516" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL517" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="GRANT RECITAL HALL Fri: Chamber Music Society, 830 p.m. Sat: Applied Music voice students recital, 830 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL518" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL519" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="LAST CALL SALOON 15 Elbow St. 421-7170 Fri: Fat City w/ the Oldsmobuicks Sat: Ronnie Earl, Sugar Ray, &amp; the Broadcasters w/Lynne Harrison"></div></div><div ID="DIVL520" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL521" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="RUE DE L ESPOIR . 99 Hope Street, 751-8890 Sat: Tish Adams and Jalhe Kahn jazz vocals, 8:30-11:30 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL522" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL523" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="SAYLES HALL Sun: Brown Wind Symphony, 3 p.m. THE UNDERGROUND Fri: Angry Salad Tues: Acoustic Nite with Andrew Dubrock"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL524" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL525" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="12" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL526" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL527" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL528" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="theater"></div></div><div ID="DIVL529" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL530" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL531" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL532" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="ALIAS STAGE 120 Manton Ave, Providence, 831-2919 thru Dec 9: The Bride of OhreyoiSe, a comedy-drama about a dysfunctional American femily, by Constance Congdon, Thurs, Fri &amp;. Sat at 8 p.m., 7 p.m. this Sun only, Sun matinee at 2 p.m., special performance on Mon at 8 p.m. as well, reserved tickets $5 until Sun, $lO afterwards."></div></div><div ID="DIVL533" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL534" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="2ND STORY THEATRE Hope&amp; John Streets, Providence, 421-5776 thru Nov 24: Catholic School Girls, by Casey K urtti, Fri and Sat performances at 8 p.m., Sun matinee on Nov 18 only at 2 p.m., reserved tickets $lO, matinee $5."></div></div><div ID="DIVL535" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL536" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="PERISHABLE THEATRE 124 Washington St, Providence, 331-2695 thru Nov 18: Georg Buchner's Wcryzeck, a stark look at the effects of science, religion, and class standing on lives of the poor,Thurs thru SatB p.m., Sun at 7 p.m, reserved tickets $B."></div></div><div ID="DIVL537" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL538" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="PROVIDENCE PERFORMING ARTS CENTER 220 Weybosset Street, 421-ARTS"></div></div><div ID="DIVL539" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL540" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Fri thru Sun: Anything Goes, Fri &amp;. Sat 8 p.m., Sun at 7 p.m., Sat &amp; Sun matinees at 2 p.m., call the box office for ticket informarion, or call Ticketron at 1 -800-382-8080."></div></div><div ID="DIVL541" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL542" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="TRINITY REPERTORY COMPANY 201 Washington St., Providence, 521-1100 thru Nov 18: Juno and the. 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Klaus von B. is played by Jeremy Irons in a display of characteristic decadence only an exiled English actor can achieve."></div></div><div ID="DIVL41" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL42" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL=" by Rachel Brem and Meredith Moss"></div></div><div ID="DIVL43" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL44" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="&quot;III' listings"></div></div><div ID="DIVL45" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL46" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL=" by Jen Bowser"></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL47" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL48" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL49" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="2" LABEL="n^Cur�"></div></div><div ID="DIVL50" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL51" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL52" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL53" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="rj -O trikes--How I love them. In my 18 years of English life I vc experienced more than' a few, so whenever there s an industrial action it reminds me of home, with its- picturesque piles of uncollected trash, unburied dead and untaught schoolchildren. There s something quite unique about a country whose kids learn to say  arbitration  and  trade union  before they re out of second grade. I grew up with the power-workers  strike, the Winter Of Discontent, the steel strike, the rail strike, the miner s strike and many other examples of worker unrest. They were so entertaining: power cuts meant sneaking around the house with candles, and when we had electricity, we could watch people yell at each other on TV, or, in the case of the miners, watch lots of people fight the police on TV. With this in mind, I hope you ll understand why I m �% happy the library workers have gone on strike. For a start, I don t have to feel guilty any more about neglecting my reserve reading and term paper research. I m being prevented from doing it, and what s more, so is everyone else (unless, of course, you re courageous/traitorous enough to cross the picket line). More importantly, the rest of the semester will be a far cry from the customary campus turgidity that heralds the arrival of Reading Period. People will be yelling at each other all over the place, maybe even on BTV. A few (more) fights might break out. This week s issue attempts to prepare you for the coming intellectual austerity by taking you to Los Angeles, the center"></div></div><div ID="DIVL54" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL55" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="of decadence and non-libra affairs. Karyn Bryant and Pet Brando mix with the migh and the meaningless, one wi Jane s Addiction, the other wi a few hundred of her clo personal friends. At the agitated request of herald editor (and ex-DJ), must explain that Karyn is Pr gram Director of WBRU ai the ultimate Addiction groupi She managed to get herself c some promotional freebie th involved seeing them four tim during Halloween week. T 1 wider significance of this i; formation escapes me, but sa editor felt a burning need put the article in contex mostly, I think, because of tl outre photo on page 4."></div></div><div ID="DIVL56" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL57" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL=" Richard Halstead Editor"></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL58" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL59" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL60" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="2" LABEL="f Ist"></div></div><div ID="DIVL61" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL62" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL63" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="2" LABEL="thirteen things overheard on the LA club scene"></div></div><div ID="DIVL64" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL65" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL66" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL67" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="1)  Do you have a mirror and a crisp dollar bill I could borrow?  2)  Wow, I really like what you ve done with your nose. Oh, and your chin, too!  3)  Are all three of you going to be in that bathroom stall for a while?  4)  Well, F  m working in a restaurant, but that s just until the next script com in. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL68" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL69" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="5)  How s your mineral water selection?  6)  Please, not the extended re-mix of Vogue again.  7)  Why not stay over at my place. Yours is just too far away to drive.  8)  Alcohol is such a social lubricant. This is my tenth drink and I feel like such social slut. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL70" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="2"><div ID="DIVL71" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="2" LABEL="9)  Should I strip and dance slutty like everyone else?  10)  My father runs Warner Brothers. What does yours do?  11)  Your tan is yellowing...  12)  I know Madonna personally...  13)  I m not on the guest list? There must have been a mistake. 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The [ is  ethno-hip.  I use it to try to tin why people do the goofy Us they do, especially things have been construed as stemr from or relating to ethnic arities. Frat boys who slam tei shots and watery margaritas barf in sombreros are being no-hip.  Women who come from so-called tropical get- isles with com rows :ing about theirheads are being I no-hip.  These are obvious is of cultural commodification I repulsive purpose: it s hip, it s I it looks cool. Cultures are thus I opriated, defined by simple and I eticallyridiculousicons.Weeat I i (with chopsticks) because it s I. We hip-hop at Funk Night I se it s been the hottest thing I e someone screamed,  Yo Terlator, hold  em hostage!  rhich brings me to music. In I mid- Bos a kinder and gentler"></div></div><div ID="DIVL96" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL97" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="111 Simon backed his personal, Ignant and reflective vignettes |:h South African/gumboots linds, rhythms, and Ladysmith I ck Mambazo. Not to bust on I ymin  Simon I like the I Iceland album. The project that I :him on the U.N. s black list was I jvitalizing sound. I jimon unwittingly brought to the I instream the  worldbeat  sound, I ose audience would define itself I icing to  You Can Call Me Al.  I rat followed was the cheez that I skrafted (so to speak), marketed,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL98" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL99" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="and targeted for this audience, oozing out of a giant squeeze bottle that says REALLY FROM WISCONSIN, engulfing every record stack and record chart in its horrible path. This shit is called  world pop.  World pop is ethno-hip, incorporating fragments from African, Latin or some other music on the most superficial level and slapping them behind dance tracks, primarily for white audiences. World pop means big bucks at the night club and the record club. That random percussionist trapped in the corner at your favorite cover band s gig is there for a very good reason. Rhythms, an African musical element, are cool. Percussive jams are hip. Especially when they whip out the maracas.  Scuse me while I barf in my sombrero. Refusing to fall into this offensive pattern is the local band Salsa Manteca. In a blend of the Latin"></div></div><div ID="DIVL100" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL101" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="jazz and salsa genres, they ve put the elements of these musical forms together and produced their own (big) sound. I was impressed. Six horns on the stage. At least three musicians playing percussion all the time, as many as five in one polyrhyfhmic jam. Two vocalists, sometimes three. Loud blasts of melody and harmony from the electric piano and the horns. It was a good sound indeed."></div></div><div ID="DIVL102" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL103" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="The chickens that hatched the egg called Salsa Manteca (translates as  lard sauce ) are keyboardist EricHangen 9l and guitarist Nano Valerio  91.5, When I approached thefti for some sort of sel�defini tion Flangen uttered a disclaimer: &quot;not world pop.  Valerio and Hangen wanted to hook up a band last year for a Latin American Students Organization gig. It turns out that they  never played that gig,  Valerio says,  but got on track  to getting the band together. Both had been playing j azz, and were excited about exploring the avenues of Latin music, particularly salsa. They got people together thatcontributed toa group sound, not to egotistical quibblings. They selected covers and arranged them as an expedient measure to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL104" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL105" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="startplaying asquickly as possible. Their repertoire includes songs from Latin greats Tito Puente, Ray Barreto and Poncho Sanchez.  The stuff that we re doing now really is very static,  explains Valerio.  There s not a lot of variation beyond [the arrangements]. It really excites me to go beyond that into areas where people don t know really what s happening and to interact with each other as musicians.  We just work with rhythms... I wanna start getting more into"></div></div><div ID="DIVL106" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL107" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="like, Ah.. Brazilian stuff which we didn t really do any of.  The boys see the band leaning in the direction of a world beat sound, but want to avoid the more cliched sound of the  9os commodified world-pop vein that Simon and David Byrne have done recently.  Well see, like the David Byrne stuff,  says Valerio,  I mean, that s really just specifically targeted for white audiences. He doesn t have a sense of how to phrase... a lot of it revolves around [the clave]? Basically, like, Singing salsa music all revolves around the clave [he beats his hands rhythmically: one-two, one-two-three, one-two, one-twothree]'and singers, a lot of what [Salsa Manteca vocalist] Alex [Zalles] was doing was improvising during the call and response: the chorus would sing, and he would improvise over that. A lot of his improvisations revolved around that rhythm. Someone like David Byrne doesn t have an internal feeling for that type of rhythm.   David Byrne,  muses Hangen,  [superimposed] these twounrelated elements and slammed them together and didn t try to make one more sensitive to the other. He has a Brazilian rhythm section and he sings his same David Byrne/Talking Heads lyrics and 1 don t know if you saw him, but if you saw him perform with Margareth Manezes who really comes from a Brazilian background, the crowd just goes wild when she s up there because she makes it fit, whereas David Byrne s, you just get this odd sense of intonation. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL108" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL109" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL=" Yeah,  adds Valerio,  you can t just throw these two different rhythms together and expect it to work. A lot of Latinesque jazz during the  6os would add a Cuban conga player to basically a jazz combo, a hard-bop jazz combo, and the Latin conga player would kinda play his mambo and there d be no interaction. I mean, you listen to those tapes of [saxophonist] Charlie"></div></div><div ID="DIVL110" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL111" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="Parker playing with like a conga player and a normal rhythm section and there s just like a wall between the conga player and the regular drummer. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL112" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL113" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL=" And it happens the other way around too, if you listen to current Latin pop music,  reflects Hangen.  They have a Latin band, they bring in a set drummer who plays a set beat [Valerio laughs] with a synthesizerplayer but. they don t interre-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL114" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL115" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="late. I think that s what we re striving for as a goal then, is to actually, like a good world beat band, integrate these different elements. It makes them interrelate, makes them play to become music.  We talked more about the band s sound, centering the conversation around the percussion and the horn section.  Rhythms fascinate me.,  says Valerio. Musicians Heidie Vazquez  93, Henry Koffman and Linton Hale lay down the polyrhythms that are the backbone of Latin music and salsa, which are stricter genres in terms of what has to be played when.  Horns, you know,  says Valerio,  give you a harmonic element that you can t get [without them.] It just gives power too. When they re all miked up, kind of like they were tonight, when all those dudes are blowin , you know, it just creates excitement... there s some human element there that transcends electronics.  The horn blowers are Dan Milano 93 andTrevorHurst 94on trumpet, Ben Kahn  91.5 and Jonathan Greenberg  94 on trombone, Babatunde Thomas  93 on alto sax, and Ephren Tinoco  92 on tenor sax. Bassist Tony Arkin  9l and vocalists Alex Zalles  94 and Abigail Brown  9l round out the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL116" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL117" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="lineup. Here is a group of people that are willing to expand and experiment musically, working within Latin music and salsa and heading towards the amoebalike blob that is  world beat,  integrating African, Latin and other elements to create not a homogenized but a distinctive sound."></div></div><div ID="DIVL118" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL119" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" There are better Latin bands,  Valerio declares,  like here in Providence... and obviously there are better jazz bands that exist, but as far as our vantage point from a cultural perspective where we re bringing people who know Latin music and also people who are coming more from a jazz background we can t play strictly Latin music if we tried, and we can t play strictly jazz if we tried because we just wouldn t compete. So from that point, we re just fortunate with the mix of musicians that we have that we can produce something that s a little different.  And a good sound difference it is indeed."></div></div><div ID="DIVL120" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL121" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="Salsa Manteca will perform tonight at Spanish House, 80 Prospect Street, 10:30 PM."></div></div><div ID="DIVL122" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL123" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="I ony Lazarus  9l hoy dice algo y I anana otra cosa. In other words, I : s tired and shagged out follow - I ig a long squawk."></div></div><div ID="DIVL124" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL125" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="3" LABEL="I was impressed . Six horns on the stage . At least three musicians playing percussion all the time, as many as five in one polyrhythmic jam,"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL126" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL127" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="3" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL128" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="3" LABEL="But two components of a powerful horn section."></div></div><div ID="DIVL129" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="3"><div ID="DIVL130" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="3" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL131" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL132" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL133" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="4" LABEL="Slave to the Addiction"></div></div><div ID="DIVL134" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL135" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL136" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="4" LABEL="by KARYN BRYANT"></div><div ID="DIVL137" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL138" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="A � Jfc�y name is Karyn Bryant, and I m an addict."></div></div><div ID="DIVL139" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL140" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Don t worry Mom, it s not an illicit drug, it s Jane s Addiction. The mighty Jane s Addiction. On October 27 th I left for Los Angeles and the vacation that I d been waiting for all my life. 1 was going West to follow Jane s Addiction around for one week. I saw " them four times, and I lived to tell about it. I d like you to join me as I relive those precious moments..."></div></div><div ID="DIVL141" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL142" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Saturday, October 26: 1 arrive in Los Angeles with my host and close friend Paul V. of Warner Bros records. Jane s Addiction is playing tonightata private party in�everly Hills. It s being thrown by a mysterious man called The Colonel. Nobody really knows who this guy is, and I will soon find out what kind of a party he can throw."></div></div><div ID="DIVL143" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL144" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="As we approach the mystery man s the line of cars along the side of the road"></div></div><div ID="DIVL145" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL146" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="grows more and more dense. Shuttle vans run up and down Benedict Canyon Drive picking up"></div></div><div ID="DIVL147" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL148" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="partygoers lost i n the dark after parking their cars. George Clinton s  Atomic Dog  is"></div></div><div ID="DIVL149" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL150" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="pumping from the sound system, and the freaks are in their element. Inside the fence is the most over-the-top party"></div></div><div ID="DIVL151" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL152" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="in the world. The stage is set up on two tennis courts which are covered with hay. Pinatas are strung across the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL153" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL154" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="sky, and a small grandstand is in place for those too shy for the pit. A frozen drinks bar is opposite the stage, and near the photo booth"></div></div><div ID="DIVL155" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL156" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="is an enormous cake fashioned after the band, their album cover, and almost anything else you can think of. Asleatapieceofsomesacrificed farm animal, I hear someone say  Hey Karyn! What s up?  I turn around tofind Flea, Chad, and John, 3/4 of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I m shocked by their Halloween costumes, or lack thereof, and I don t look down it s a variation on the old socks-on-our-johnsons routine. Wechatforabit, and later I see the complete foursome inside The Colonel s house, but not be-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL157" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL158" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="fore I get a chance to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL159" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL160" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="say hello"></div></div><div ID="DIVL161" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL162" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="to the most '&quot;wj adorable member of Jane s Addiction, drummer Stephen Perkins. He looks at me for a minute or so before I say anything to him. He says he knows he knows me but he"></div></div><div ID="DIVL163" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL164" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="can t remember why.  It s coming back to me,  he says. I remind him that I interviewed him and David Navarro, the guitar player, in 1988 when Nothing s Shocking was released. He s polite enough to humor me by saying that he remembers, and we get a little bit acquainted again. He s wearing a long flowered skirt. Inside the house I finish my tequila and the man of the hour enters the room. Perry Farrell, the prophetic lead singer of the band, is immediately swamped. I snap a photo with Flea, and chat with Jane s manager before Perry comesover to say hello. He sknown Paul for a couple of years now so the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL165" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL166" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="conversation is easy."></div></div><div ID="DIVL167" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL168" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Paul intr o -"></div></div><div ID="DIVL169" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL170" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="duces me and Tommy to Perry (even"></div></div><div ID="DIVL171" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL172" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="though I met him once before after a show, I was"></div></div><div ID="DIVL173" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL174" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="certain he wouldn t remember), and Perry pours us a glass of wine"></div></div><div ID="DIVL175" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL176" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="from his personal bottle. It s heavy red wine, and it doesn t really mix"></div></div><div ID="DIVL177" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL178" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="well with tequila. But I m digging the scene. Perry s dressed in black plastic pants, green rubber boots, a tight brown dress with"></div></div><div ID="DIVL179" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL180" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="flowers and an exposed midriff, a black jacket, and a maroon scarf. We talk a while about shoe shopping when he gets to Boston. Perry likes shoes. We clear out of the house a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL181" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL182" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="few minutes later; the show is about to get underway. An overly made-up partygoer introduces the band in Spanish, recreating the beginning of their"></div></div><div ID="DIVL183" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL184" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="latest album Ritual De Lo Habitual. The band launches into  Up The Beach,  the lead-in track on their last album. I m psyched. It s 4 a.m. my time, I m outside under the stars watching one of my favorite bands on the planet wail to a bunch of their friends. They play an incredibly inspired set which includes  Whores  and   1 %  from their very first album on Triple X records.  I only want people in front who love me,  and  You ll tell your kids about this one day, and you ll say you ruled, but I know you re all weak,  are some of the more classic lines from Perry between songs. They play for an hour, and by the time of the encore of  Three Days,  Paul and I are in front. And we do love Perry. Then Perry introduces the Red Hot Chili Peppers, who come on stage in those skimpy outfits and tear the joint up. I get kicked in the head by a stagediver, and at this point I know my vacation is going to be even better than I had expected. I ve been up for over 24 hours now, and I can t wait fill Wednesday  the long awaited Halloween show."></div></div><div ID="DIVL185" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL186" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Wednesday, October 31: This is it, the show I planned a vacation around. Tonight s show will give new meaning to my life."></div></div><div ID="DIVL187" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL188" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="We arrive in costume I m wearing bellbottoms with appliques and a long blond wig. And Doc"></div></div><div ID="DIVL189" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL190" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Martens. Paul is wearing my Outside the Henry Fonda, a ve considerably smaller than PPAC, are swarms of teary-e fans hoping for that miracle kne as a ticket release. Other folks forking over their life s savings scalper. Inside I find a few hunc of the addicted most of th between the ages of 17 and 25 and most of them pissed off something. There s a good amo of girls there hoping to meet band (if you know what I met there s stoners, acid freaks, ; general riff-raffhanging around, there s also White Bread Amer girls who don t swear and boys w still call home every Sunday ni from school. Jane s Addiction s peal doesn t seem to be limitec one type of person, and the di\ s i ty a mong the ir fol lo we rs h as ne been more evident. As the crowd files in, we greeted by the resounding thun of tribal chants. I m lulled inti daze as I concentrate on the sour This will indeed be a ritual tonig The chants seem to grow lou and more rhythmic but the tives are getting restless. Then th washboard stomachs and a plas miniskirt take the stage. Eric s b is the first thing we hear as  Up 1 Beach  gets the crowd in the moi Tonight, they are definitely on; 1"></div></div><div ID="DIVL191" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL192" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="ere is a strange feeling in the air. re thing with Jane s Addiction is, u never know what to expect, le Addicted groove hard to Gfliores,   Mountain Song,   No ne s Leaving,   Had A Dad,  top!  and of course, the theme ng of the whole event,  Pigs In :n.  But I get a weird feeling as :rry introduces the epic  Ted, J ust dmit It.  As the band chums out :ouple thousand bars of the intro, ;rry acts out a suicide with a water stol and an intense sexual enlunter with himself.  Those of &gt;u who think I mdisgusting... well guess you just don t masturbate, &gt;you?  Perry is justgetting warmed ).  If I told you I slept with a lot of rls, would you think I was cheap, "  that I was cool? Or would you link I had a disease? ...Well, I pn t have a disease.. .  This is what akes so many people uncomfort)le with Jane s Addiction. Perry is ot afraid to address the most taboo : subjects, and he makes you adress them too. It s as if he knows hat you re really thinking, but are &gt;o afraid to admi t to yourself. That s by people hate him. And that s by people love him. Perry is obviusly feeling good tonight. The show ends after a young fan f about 16 or 17 jumps on stage uring the encore of  Ocean Size  nd attacks Perry. Earlier in the ight he had asked for a love slave, nd now he s getting one. The rest f the band leaves the stage as the wo of them roll around to the sound f feedback and the hush of the rowd.Two geeks behind mescream Jane Says!&quot; throughout the whole xperience. Duh. Everybody knows hey don t play  Jane Says.  About 5 minutes later Perry and the girl inally leave the stage: but it s not &gt;ver yet. The band returns, unexlectedly, for a dreamlike version of, ou guessed it,  Jane Says.  The ;eeks behind me flip out. They must lave won their tickets from KROQ. After the show it s hugs and kisses"></div></div><div ID="DIVL193" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL194" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="with Stephen (yeah baby!), and a  Hello, great show  to Perry, Dave, and Eric. Then it s on to San Diego. Friday, November 2: We are staying in the same hotel as the band, and we arrive in time for a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL195" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL196" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="brief respite before heading over to soundcheck. Tonight and tomorrow Jane s is playing atUCSD. (Incidentally, didyo-J k: ow this school has a mall in it?) The students are acting cool, just like BCA geeks, and we mill around for a while, listening to the guys test out the ?: v a c ot later."></div></div><div ID="DIVL197" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL198" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="' w c iuum after Thai food for the gig- Slamming, when done correctly, can really add to the intensity level of a show. When done incorrectly, it can piss you off. The UCSD crows is one of the most inept crowds I ve ever been a part of. They love the band, which is great, but they can t slam to save or (in this case take) their own lives! Paul .Tommy and I are caught in the middle of a swaying, pushing mob. We bail out to the back, where we enjoy the show much more. Tonight, it s totally raw. The strange atmosphere of the Halloween show is replaced by frenetic energy from every comer of the room."></div></div><div ID="DIVL199" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL200" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="Back at the hotel, we go next door to Denny s with Stephen for milkshakes. He has vanilla, I have"></div></div><div ID="DIVL201" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL202" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="strawberry. Paul eats a huge banana split. A steady stream of fans flow into the restaurant and nearly break their necks checking out the scene. Stephen Perkins, drummer for the mighty Jane s Addiction, chillin  in Denny s. I must admit, I too am a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL203" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL204" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="little excited about my choice seat next to Stephen in the big, green, friendly booth. Saturday, November 3: I m bumming hard. This will be my last"></div></div><div ID="DIVL205" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL206" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="show for a few weeks, and the withdrawal is setting in prematurely. After a day in Tijuana, where we witness two-men run across the borderand another get hunted j down on the freeway by the Border Patrol, we re all in the mood for a little release. Show #4, andl m still amazed. This is the fourth time this week I ve heard them play  Summertime Rolls,  and I m floored again. After th� show we chill out - with the guys for a while we snap a"></div></div><div ID="DIVL207" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL208" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="couple of pictures, and joke around with Stephen and Perry, (they really do haye a sense of humor), before the onslaught of autographseeking hopefuls. Perry looks to us for help as young girls have him sign shirts, legs, and ticket stubs. Perry gives us all the pens, because afterall, ifhedoesn thaveapen.he can t sign an autograph. We point out a woman who looks like the Lady With The Log, and Perry agrees wholeheartedly that the resemblance is there. Yes. He has watched Twin Peaks. We say our good-byes, and our  See you in Bostons,  and we return to the lovely Summerhouse Inn. The next momingPaul, Tommy, and I head over to Denny s for some tasty vittles before heading back to La La land. We are soon joined at the next table by Perry and a few of his surfer buddies. Stephen and Tom the manager also join us for a de-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL209" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL210" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="luxe Denny s breakfast.  Wow,  I think,  Denny s rocks!  Another round of good-byes, and we re off. Four shows in one week. Wait, scratch that. Four events that will"></div></div><div ID="DIVL211" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL212" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="forever change the way I think about the world. Four events that have changed my philosophical outlook on life. Four events that rocked my world! OK. OK, I m getting a little bit carried away here, but it really was a great trip, and I encourage each and every one of you to do the same thing. Even if your favorite band is Nelson, drop what you re doing and give in to your dreams of being a groupie. Youknowyouwant to. I m more than ready to go along for the ride as Jane s Addiction marches on toward world domination. God, I can t wait for the Boston show. How many days until November 23?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL213" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL214" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="4" LABEL="Contrary to popular belief, Karyn Bryant  9O is not carrying Perry s love child."></div></div><div ID="DIVL215" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL216" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="5" LABEL="As the band churns out a couple thousand bars of the intro, Perry acts out a suicide with a water pistol and an intense sexual encounter with himself"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL217" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL218" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="4" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL219" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="4" LABEL="tore . derc �vc ra ,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL220" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="4"><div ID="DIVL221" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="4" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL222" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="4" LABEL="Flea and Karyn discuss plastics"></div></div><div ID="DIVL223" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL224" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="5" LABEL=""></div></div><div ID="DIVL225" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="5"><div ID="DIVL226" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="5" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL227" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="5" LABEL="Perry Farrell (left) asks himself,  Where am 1, and who is this? "></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL228" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL229" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL230" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="6" LABEL="Qy of fie rMitdufeaed"></div></div><div ID="DIVL231" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL232" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL233" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="6" LABEL="by PEIsRA BRANDO"></div><div ID="DIVL234" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL235" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="The story you are about to read is as true as anything can be in L.A. The names have been changed to protect the jaded and tease the vain."></div></div><div ID="DIVL236" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL237" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Rubbing my eyes, I slowly regain consciousness. Memories of the night before flash through my brain: tequila, a cactus, a bike, a whip, a chain... I accept the fact that I have lost a portion of the night somewhere along the way, and that what I actually remember is only a nebulous blur. I hesitantly scan the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL238" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL239" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="room for the clock. No wonder I woke up so hungry it s five o clock! Panic and terror set in: what if everyone has already gone out?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL240" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL241" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Life moves so fast in L.A., and if you re publicly alone, you may as well be banished from the earth. Biting the flesh around my nails, grinding my teeth, dialing number after number, I prepare myself for imminent exile."></div></div><div ID="DIVL242" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL243" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Laura has a beeper. Although I don t exactly enjoy being around the woman, in this town anyone is better than no one. There must be someone else! Having read in the L. A. Times that we Capricorns can control our fate this week, I dial Jody she s home, but dead asleep.  I thought you had work today,  I ask. As if I care."></div></div><div ID="DIVL244" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL245" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Yeah-uh, I did, but my boss and I got stoned and we decided to go to bed instead,  she grunts.  Sleeping with the boss, eh?   No, we re just friends,  she explains.  Feel like going to Gladstone s? "></div></div><div ID="DIVL246" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL247" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Are you kidding?  she asks, awakening to a growing need for' something other than Pellegrino and painkillers.  Be there in twenty minutes. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL248" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL249" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="We pull up to Gladstone s  world famous  seafood restaurant/bar-on the beach parking lot in Jody s Mustang convertible. The second that we sit down on the patio, Jody begins a lament about her exboyfriend, Billy, brother of the L.A. sex symbol/movie star, Kirk, who made his debut in a risque mainstream S&amp;.M film a couple of years ago. Billy is a great guy, rides a Harley, hangs out with the Hells. He treated her well. Unfortunately, she cheated in him in a burst of drug-induced passion. He found out, and their relationship went the way of the wireless. They still seem to be in love, and although she is involved with a photographer at the"></div></div><div ID="DIVL250" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL251" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="moment, she d  leave him in the darkroom any day for Billy.  Billy has been seen with Paula, an L.A. floosie, on the back of his bike several times."></div></div><div ID="DIVL252" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL253" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Do you think that me and Billy are over?  she fishes."></div></div><div ID="DIVL254" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL255" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Well, I don t know, Jody, but if he talks to you the way you say he does, then I don t think he s too into this girl,  I say, to pacify her. I don t get paid to give advice. She looks relieved and asks where we should go tonight. We ll probably do the usual some good clubs with a couple of friends: Sean, who is a former teen idol/ singer (now rides a Harley and lives off his modelling career); Dean, Jody s boss, a photographer, who cruises in his Daddy s Range Rover; my best friend, Sarah and her boyfriend, a transformed Beverly Hills boy, now a Northwestern U. rocker; maybe Cecile, Jody s friend; and possibly my old friend Jeanie from the Valley (now from the City). Then we decide to screw the idea of rounding up our mini-gang. They ll be there anyway. As we sit down in the car, Jody s mouth drops open. She notices that her ashtray"></div></div><div ID="DIVL256" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL257" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="full of  shrooms is wide open. The thought of one of the valet surfers consuming them while we were doing dinner gives her pause. The cargo intact, she raises her eyes to thank the Lord for his benevolence. We had to get ready prepare ourselves for the long night ahead, find something noticeable to wear and cover the bags under our eyes with the masking cream of trueblue movie stars. We decide to meet later at her house. We ll make all those important calls and see what the agenda is for the night."></div></div><div ID="DIVL258" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL259" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Sarah is always the first on my list. She s always home around this time, having matzo ball soup, kasha, or some other Jewish concoction with her highly unreligious yet �biquitously traditional family. She gives me the  life-update : the neglect she is subjected to, how her boyfriend s jet-ski s technical difficulties cause him to become overly moody, how he complains that a $300,000 limit has been placed on his Amex card by his frugal patriarch, or how he bemoans tha t she was always hanging around when he wants to be with his friends."></div></div><div ID="DIVL260" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL261" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" You know, I never cheated on him, but when he s like this, it makes me want to fuck every guy that I see. Let s go out and pick up on guys tonight.  Mindful of her mood, my next tactical telephone call is to Bar One, informing them that I, Petra, will be bringing four guests. The night is arranged, so I get ready for the endocrine system of the L.A. club scene."></div></div><div ID="DIVL262" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL263" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Getting in to Bar One is easy, as usual. Immediately I make my way for the bar. I ll need some sort of substance to survive this wading pool. I push and shove and finally arrive at my bartender s station. Standing on the ledge under the bar, I lean over to give the ape a peck on dhe cheek. He acknowledges my presence with a brief  Hello  and asks me what I ll have. Affording the time span of decision, the word,  Greyhound  escapes my lips, followed by a  Please.  Asking, how much, I stammer with a financial flirtatiousness. He consents to put it  on the house. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL264" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL265" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="The people are the same as every week. My eyes wander as I profess how happy I am to see them and excuse myself for not"></div></div><div ID="DIVL266" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL267" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="returning their calls. I blame my neglect on various family engagements and responsibilities, creating fictitious stories along the way: my dog wandered fatally into traffic, my best friend had an abortion, my grandmother was mugged and I had to cancel all her credit cards... the usual. A mob forms at the door a star has"></div></div><div ID="DIVL268" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL269" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="arrived. All conversations are quickly terminated and people find an area to pose, usually by the pool table. I light up a cigarette and flip my hair to one side. Some old school friends of mine huddle in a corner, giggling profusely. Flashes of the paparazzi outside whiten the mirrored doors like a strobe light and outline the silhouettes of the fans."></div></div><div ID="DIVL270" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL271" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Jody and Sarah are sitting at a table in the back. Spotting them, I go over and squeeze into the booth. They whisper that they don t know thepeoplesittingwith them. One of them I recognize as Eddie, a regular on Saturday Night Live. We try to make conversation but the people seem to be too absorbed in themselves to acknowledge us. One of the women has a high pitched voice and doesn t take her eyes,off. Eddie. ',"></div></div><div ID="DIVL272" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL273" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Oh my God!   shesqueals,  you re NOT a Sagittarius! So am I! "></div></div><div ID="DIVL274" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL275" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL=" Uh.. Yeah, I am, and my moon is rising in Leo,  he replies.  Shit! Noway! Awesome-mine is too! "></div></div><div ID="DIVL276" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL277" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="The majority of us sit dumbfounded, amazed at the simplistic foundation of their night together. Just then, a waiter appears carrying a cake. He begins to sing  Happy Birthday  and places it before the celebrity. The song develops as the people"></div></div><div ID="DIVL278" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL279" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="; sing, and at the point j ;meanttovoicehisname, j le silence emerges, untiUj prompts them. The table j , claps, and disperses. All ] woman, who remains sit-1 focused on her new man. te China Club, hoping to crying experience. Again, to the bar and flirt a Stoli the bartender. This time ' an astronomical amount, n an extra lime in each i the band for a moment, :  Sexual Healing.  nanager if we can get a dies that we will have to ; everyone else. Sarah has a about being treated like in, and regards his behavand appalling. We can t ve ever came here in the 1, invincible clubbers that i of Hollywood. The doore crowd and we get called lae main room is crowded, rough the entrance to the de, the house band plays f played last nightand the carlett Letter, this club is e rock stars that frequent an acquaintance of mine ay over to him. The lead known commercial rock ns unaffected and genu s with his girlfriend, a enof silicone engineering :o say for herself. I pay my if he s going to sing later. :h an apathetic  I don t ses himself, saying  I have mylizard.  ne of my stranger friends, streak tonight and offers not the same challenge Bar One, but I accept and to the bar. e sighs,  What am I going h?  mean?  lamnedcute! Iloveher   all such little princesses! te. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL280" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL281" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" Dave, what have you been snorting tonight?   Nothing! I love you guys!   Great, babe,  I reply, disgusted at his overwhelmingly cheesy attitude. Just then, he experiences a turn of the stomach and changes his tone.  L.A. sucks. All you guys do is go to clubs,  he mutters.  What kind of fucking city is this anyway? I m leaving.  .  Relax. What s wrong with you?   Oh, nothing. I m sorry,  he replies.  Let s have another drink. I just wish we could all go to Palm Springs. Maybe I ll go back to Ohio. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL282" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL283" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" No, don t do that,  I say, after weighing out the pros and cons. I was thinking Alaska wouldn t be far enough.  You re so cute. I m so glad that you care! "></div></div><div ID="DIVL284" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL285" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="Suddenly, a bright flash of light bums my eyes, bringing me back to when I woke"></div></div><div ID="DIVL286" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL287" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="up. When my vision is restored, I see a camera and attached to it, my  aspiring photographer  friend  more likea good publicist Toni. Wearing her overalls and a pair of Converse high tops, she grins and yells Hello. Toni is on coke again I question her and she assures me that it s only a tranquilizer, but the white dust surrounding her nostrils is a dead giveaway, although Matt assures me that she s been gorging on Dunkin s pow-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL288" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL289" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="dered donuts all day. She tells me about her new man."></div></div><div ID="DIVL290" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL291" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" He said that I have really nice hair. I think he s going to take me to dinner tomorrow. He s so sweet. I have had no money for the past couple of weeks  cuz I was in between jobs and I told him that I was sick since I haven t eaten in a long time. Ya know what he did? He took me to the market and bought me $ 100 worth of food. I ve got so much good stuff now.   But Toni, I could have sworn I took you to dinner a couple of nights ago.  I search my mind.  NUH-HUH-not me, man. I was doing a shoot on Eric Estrada s ranch in Santa Barbara. What a bummer that no magazines wanted those snaps. I wonder why...   I continue talking to her, glance to my"></div></div><div ID="DIVL292" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL293" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="left to see who let off the odor that just disintegrated my new Eligha dress, and when I turn back, Toni has disappeared. I ask Dave (whoat thispointwasdancingin the comer of the room) where she went and he informs me that she spotted Axel in the crowd and had to get him before he left."></div></div><div ID="DIVL294" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL295" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="But Toni s disappearing act becomes relatively unimportant to me when I notice my ex-boyfriend sitting at one of the booths with Cindy, my old arch-enemy. The sight of someone who was once close to me with his tongue saturating a sleaze s earlobe is quite distressing. I restrain my temper and try to look the other way, but then I see him slide her painted fingertip into his beckoning mouth and begin to suck. I have to break out. Running over to the table, 1 knock his drink into her lap and motion my fingers towards my throat, snarling my upper lip. He frantically tries"></div></div><div ID="DIVL296" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL297" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="to clean the cranberry juice off her white lacy dress, hoping to delay the impending disaster. But he is too late the juice stains well. She tries to take a swing at me, but I move out of the way. My ex-boyfriend tries to hold the squirming creature down, and a crowd forms around the table. Punches are thrown and chairs are flying around the small area. I see my friend Gabi, who loves this sort of thing, clawing at Cindy s scalp, trying to rip the lace off her dress. Spotting Lebatama, the gargantuan Egyptian who owns the club (with whom Gabi slept with so she could always get in), I motion him over, shouting my version of the story. Seeing that his baby, like Cindy, was in danger of having her dress removed, he pushes his large girth into the crowd and breaks it up, banning"></div></div><div ID="DIVL298" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL299" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="my X and Cindy from the Scarlett Letter for life. They hide their heads in shame as two Spice security beasts carry them out of the club. Gabi straightens her hair, sweeps the dust off of her mini-dress and smiles. Toni runs full force ahead towards us, sweat dripping from the tip of her nose.  I got it ALL it was great, so much action  this will be great for publicity. I better get a raise,  she shouts. For the first time I approve of her profession and ask for a dozen copies of Cindy at her worst."></div></div><div ID="DIVL300" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL301" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="Dave returns, making sure that all the guilty parties were punished and banned from his cousin s exclusive club.  Why didn tyou tell me you guys were in trouble? I would have saved you,  he assures us.  Just like the police...  mutters Gabi."></div></div><div ID="DIVL302" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL303" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" Let me introduce you to my cousin. He s really good-looking. You ll like him. He wants to be an actor...  Dave yells to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL304" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL305" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="his cousin and summons him over. It is the first time that Dave has been right about anything. He is very handsome and looks like he doesn t enjoy the L.A. scene Hike him."></div></div><div ID="DIVL306" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL307" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="We all begin to talk and Dave excuses himself to go take a picture with Sylvester Stallone. Gabi starts to flirt with the man drooling down her shoulder and he buys her a drink. I start talking to Dave s cousin, Mel, and we decide to"></div></div><div ID="DIVL308" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL309" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL="leave and go to the Living Room. We arrive at the Java House on La Brea in Hollywood and get some giant iced coffees. The place is crowded so we decide to head outside and sit on the bus stop benches that are frequently used by the late-night customers. It s already three in the morning and the streets are empty.  So what do you do?&quot; I ask, forgetting thatDavehadtoldmeabouthisaspirations."></div></div><div ID="DIVL310" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL311" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="7" LABEL=" Oh, God...lguessl manactor. I haven t done anything big yet, but I ve done really well at commercials and shit. I give it two more years, then I head back for Michigan. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL312" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL313" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" You re from Michigan! Wow why did you ever leave to come here?  I ask."></div></div><div ID="DIVL314" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL315" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Well, I had a business, but it was too much of a follow-in-myfather s-footsteps-family business... I wanted to do something different, and they re all proud of me that I did this. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL316" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL317" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Wait... you wanted to do something different so you came out to Hollywood to become an actor?  I giggle.  I don t know, no one else at home does anything outrageous. Don t get me wrong; 1 love my family, I m a family man un-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL318" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL319" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="like the majority of people out here.. I just wanted to be different. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL320" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL321" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Do you ever want to go back?   God are you kidding? I would love to, but my pride...   Your pride?! ? Are you afraid of people not thinking that you did anything?   I ve done a lot of shit not the movies, but I did good. I just think people may think I failed, that I m a quitter.   Well I don t know what people would think out in Michigan, but in my opinion, I would respect you so much more if you did get out of this trap and go start a real life. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL322" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL323" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" You know, someone said that"></div></div><div ID="DIVL324" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL325" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="to me the other day. It s all starting to make sense.  Just then, a car screeches around the comer and swerves all over the road. The driver throws a bottle out of his window and the glass shatters oh the pavement. The car, like Toni with her camera, vanishes almost in-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL326" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL327" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="stantly.  Why the fuck am I here?!  he chuckles."></div></div><div ID="DIVL328" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL329" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Get out now, before you re accepted and enjoy the novelty of it. No one here is real, Mel. You are, but if you stay too long, you become just as superficial. Who wants to spend their lives discussing what the latest clothes are at the top shops on Rodeo Drive, who was where, the latest dirt on the celebrities?  I drive him back to his car, parked in a lot by the club we had been to. I give him my phone number and ask him to call me.  I really think you should start a normallife, butyouhave to make up your own mind,  I tell him.  I ll give you a call. Thanks for the chat.. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL330" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL331" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="I look down at my clock and it s six in the morning. I didn t even realize that it was that late. But it was fun, I think, and even if he stays in L.A. (which he probably will), it was a good challenge. 1 make my way over the hill to my apartment by the beach, almostfallingasleep along the way (even though I had that ridiculous amount of caffeine j ust a few moments before)."></div></div><div ID="DIVL332" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL333" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="The phone rings and I quickly pick it up. It s Mel.  Sorry to call this late, but I was just thinking I decided to move back with my friends and family start a real life, you know, what you said. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL334" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL335" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" Oh my God I m so happy for you!   I called and got a ticket on standby, for this morning. Would you mind taking me to the airport?   I would love to. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL336" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL337" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="I quickly get dressed and head out the door. The drive to LAX is good no traffic, and we talk a lot."></div></div><div ID="DIVL338" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL339" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL="We find a trolley to put his bags on and he goes to the check-in desk. I walk him up to the gate and he gives me a hug good-bye.  Come up and visit sometime, you're always welcome. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL340" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="11"><div ID="DIVL341" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="11" LABEL=" I d love to if I can get away from here,  I reply. And he leaves."></div></div><div ID="DIVL342" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL343" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="6" LABEL="Petra Brando  94 hears that South America is coming into style."></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL344" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL345" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="6" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL346" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="6" LABEL="photography by USA ROSE Axl tells David how much Tin Machine sucks."></div></div><div ID="DIVL347" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="6"><div ID="DIVL348" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="6" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL349" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="6" LABEL="Mickey Rourke, just before he buys drinks for all his friends,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL350" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL351" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="7" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL352" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="7" LABEL="Yo Elton, whatchoo doin  wit  Sly and de on-too-rase?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL353" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="7"><div ID="DIVL354" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="7" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL355" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="7" LABEL="Outside the Spice of Hollywood."></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL356" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL357" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL358" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="8" LABEL="mod?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL359" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL360" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL361" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="8" LABEL="Make a Run for thef�^rogj;"></div><div ID="DIVL362" TYPE="SUBHEADLINE" ORDER="8" LABEL="Four men and their Jmrrito Smprem"></div></div><div ID="DIVL363" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL364" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL365" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="8" LABEL="by ANDREW FRUMOVITZ"></div><div ID="DIVL366" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL367" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="in all our lives, rhere are certain moments we experience week after week, some giving pleasure and some giving pain. The nine o clock music of Hank Williams Jr. introducing Monday Night Football makes me"></div></div><div ID="DIVL368" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL369" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="smile; the alarm sounding at 7:30 in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays makes me cry. But no moment of the week fills me with more unadulterated joy, more sheer exuberation, than six o clock on Sunday. For it is on this, the eighteenth hour of the seventh day, that the fellas and I begin our pilgrimage to Taco Bell. It is central to the beliefs of myself and my compatriots that God must have spent the entire seventh day with a Soft Taco Supreme in His hand. I like to think of The Big Guy eating soft tacos because I have a penchant for them, while my friend Craig has holy visions of Him with a bean burrito smothered in hot sauce."></div></div><div ID="DIVL370" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL371" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="It is Sunday. I roll into Glenn s room, my watch reads 5:57 p.m., Monday, October 22nd. I always set my watch exactly 24 hours ahead of time so I am never late anywhere. Glenn looks up from his computer, nodding briefly. He is saving his paper, and wears an uncharacteristically quizzical look on his face."></div></div><div ID="DIVL372" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL373" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL=" Semiotics,  he explains.  It s not your fault,  I concur,  you thought it had something to do with the media when you registered. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL374" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL375" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="The door opens widely as Jeremy and Craig enter triumphantly, smugly satisfied that they ve survived another week. Handshakes are greedily exchanged. The clock reads 5:59. Armed with only our appetites, ideals and billfolds, the clock tolls six and we turn to face a tiny eatery in North Providence."></div></div><div ID="DIVL376" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL377" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="As soon as we make it outside I call  Shotgun.  In a startling display of the power of the English vocabulary, this one utterance immediately initiates a hostile, almost violent controversy. Being from California, I had invoked  The West Coast Corollary to the Shotgun Doctrine : as soon as any group of fellas mobilize with intent of movement towards a motor vehicle, any sin-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL378" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL379" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="gle candidate of said entourage may signify and solidify his/her rights to the right front seat by expressing firmly and passionately the word  Shotgun.  I had waited until we made our egress merely as a common courtesy. Yet Glenn and Craig, both natives of New York, begin arguing bitterly. Their reactionary, severely antiquated, East Coast  Shotgun  code dictates that both being outside and in sight of the vehicle must be situational conditions prior to any calling of  Shotgun.  Whether this misguided argument is the result of genetics or environment remains to be seen."></div></div><div ID="DIVL380" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL381" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="We were nearing fisticuffs when Jeremy, the owner of the wheels, stepped in as mediator. As fate may have it, Jeremy is from New Jersey (the dubious 908 area code to be exact), and so I am viciously slighted in his judgement. The shotgun honor is Glenn s. To this day, I have yet to overcome the scar from this blatant miscarriage of justice."></div></div><div ID="DIVL382" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL383" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Sliding across the plush interior of Jeremy s black Acura, my mouth begins to water. We first stop by the Hospital Trust ATM as Glenn and I both needed some extra cash. (No need to limit your menu options due to budgetary miscalculations.) Once inside the ATM room, I look at Glenn and he looks at me. We both know that in that energizing moment, the Shotgun is free. I race to the machine on the left, and Glenn to the one on the right. He gets his card in first, but my fingers prove faster. I scramble through the door yelling  Shotgun,  with a crisp twenty tightly gripped in my hand. After letting Glenn in the back, I assume my role in the front of the car like the virulent cowboys who rode Shotgun for Wells Fargo in our not too distant, American past. The atmosphere in the car is carefree and casual, as Jeremy brilliantly weaves his way through traffic like Rosie Greer doing macram6. We whisk down South Main, deviously gliding onto 146 North, until we come to Mineral Spring Avenue. Just as the name suggests, our arrival there smacks of refreshment. We are nearly there. We calculate. Soon would be the first true test of the evening: where to get into line. I have always prefered to be first, and that is why I find the Shotgun call so integral. There is, however, a code amongst us four that after ordering you pass back your change (quarters obviously excluded) so the next can can make use of it. Jeremy is always last, as he must take out his radio and club-lock the steering wheel (although he is parked just outside the window), which leads me to believe that the miserly Jeremy fears not the theft of his car, but instead relishes the built-up change that finds its way to the back of the line. We screech to a halt outside the golden portals. I slam the door after getting out, hindering the others  exit, thus securing my place first in line. Glenn, then Craig, then Jeremy are soon to follow. I step up to the counter. The stocky young woman behind the register looks expectantly up. Her nameplate indicates that, in the fast-food business, she is commonly refered to as Barbara. Before I can decide on my order, Barbara asks me,  Do you know Eric Williams? "></div></div><div ID="DIVL384" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL385" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL=" No, I don t think so,  I reply after finding no truly viable, alternative response.  Oh,  she says disappointedly,  because you look a lot like him.  Her reasoning temporarily staggers all four members of our group. I shake off the magnitude of her statement like a dog coming out of the ocean, and I place my order."></div></div><div ID="DIVL386" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL387" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL=" May I have a small Pepsi, a Soft Taco, a Soft Taco Supreme, a Taco Bell Grande, a MexiMelt, and uh...uh...,  I begin to crack under the pressure. I can feel my three amigos breathing down my neck, hinged on my next few words;  and another Soft taco. "></div></div><div ID="DIVL388" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL389" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="We wait expectantly as she rings up my order. The MexiMelt is new, replacing the Beef Burrito Supreme that had fallen out of favor on my previous visit. The total comes to an amazing six dollars even, no change. Something of a golf clap, along with a slight hubbub, emerges from my friends, as I have managed to place an order without losing any change."></div></div><div ID="DIVL390" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL391" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Glenn, Craig, and Jeremy, all place their respective orders, being sure to only order water as their refreshments. In something parallel to Benjamin Franklin s discovery of electricity, Glenn had made an astounding realization on our second voyage of the fledgling semester. He ordered a water, emptied the cup and took a few drops of Pepsi from my glass. He swished the soda remnants about the bottom of the cup, and then, as free refills are standard policy, Glenn went to the register to claim another cupful of Pepsi. Truly magnificent, we had all agreed."></div></div><div ID="DIVL392" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL393" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="As we wait for our food we -reminisce about past trips. Jeremy brings up our favorite war story about Adam, a neophyte whom we once brought along for the company. He soon broke the cardinal rule, however, by ordering a large Pepsi when there were free refills. We corrected him, but it was too late. Like Bill Buckner, he would have to learn from his mistakes. He has since settled for Ratty turkey on Sundays, and has reportedly moved to a retirement home in Miami. We all wish him well."></div></div><div ID="DIVL394" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL395" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Just before my order comes up, a staggering call thunders out of the drive-thru speakers. Some amazingly impressive individual has ordered twelve MexiMelts. Respectful as we are of this awe-inspiring order, we all grow edgy. The MexiMelt is the one item on the menu prepared in the microwave thirty seconds a shot. Due to the North Providence Taco Bell s dearth of microwaves (two, to be exact), we must wait an additional three minutes for our orders to be actualized. Discontent brews bitterly in our four souls. The drive-thru has again proved to be a worthy nemesis. While we wait, we ponder the menu displayed overhead. We make note of the farcical ten-taco deal that only saves the customer eleven cents; we scoff at the Chilito, a trial item that had proved most unprecedented the week before. After what seems like an eternity, our food is finally dispensed. To describe the carnage as we attack our respective meals would be too unsettling for my delicate audience. Suffice it to say, there is much blood, as Craig splits his lip on his taco shell, while Glenn bites his tongue trying to open up the hot sauce. In little less than seven minutes, which Jeremy claims to be record time, we all recline in our booth, bloated and victorious. To the victors go the spoils, and our spoils are nothing less than the sweet memory of a meal well eaten and an American institution: Taco Bell."></div></div><div ID="DIVL396" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL397" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="8" LABEL="Andy Frumovitz  92 was paid no promotional fees for this article. Any resemblance between Andy and Young MC are purely coincidental."></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL398" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="8"><div ID="DIVL399" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="8" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL400" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="8" LABEL="Grease on the chin is soon to follow. PHOTO BY ANDY FRUMOVITZ"></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL401" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL402" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL403" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="9" LABEL="yviovies"></div></div><div ID="DIVL404" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL405" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL406" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="9" LABEL="Prince Burns His Bridges"></div></div><div ID="DIVL407" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL408" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL409" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="9" LABEL="by SUSAN SOEST"></div><div ID="DIVL410" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL411" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="if you didn t leave Purple Rain wondering who- died and made Prince God, you will after seeing Graffiti Bridge. His Purple Highness writes, directs and stars in this feature-length music video, attempting to continue the spiritual enlightenment that began with Purple Rain. Whatever novelty or mystery his idea had in the first movie, six years later in Graffiti Bridge it s become decidedly tiresorrie. Perhaps the tragedy of Prince s film career is that his first ven-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL412" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL413" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="ture was such an unequivocal event. In Purple Rain, Prince softened up his toughguy/pervert image a bit by infusing it with spirituality. His belief in something greater than the greed of the club scene, embodied by Morris Day, led Prince to triumph in the end. It had the potential for extreme sappiness, but it had just enough of a sense of humor, and good enough music, so that the viewer, left smiling rather than reaching for the barf bag. Incidentally, Prince did not direct. The plot of Graffiti Bridge is very similar, but ultimately less successful. The setting is Seven Corners, a mythical world of neon and nightclubs. Bad guy Morris Day has a controlling interest in all of them except : the Glam Slam, which he shares with Prince. Prince owes Day money, and Day threatens to take over the club if he doesn t"></div></div><div ID="DIVL414" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL415" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="pay up. Depressed that his music isn t drawing the crowds, Prince spends a lot of time in his  dwelling  underneath the club s stage writing letters to his dead father."></div></div><div ID="DIVL416" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL417" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Help arrives in the form of the beautiful and innocent angel,"></div></div><div ID="DIVL418" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL419" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Aura (Ingrid Chavez, Prince s latest discovery). While she is sent to give Prince hope and inspiration, much of her time is spent writing poetry under a graffitied bridge that exists somewhere outside of clubland. Under her influence, Prince defeats Morris Day in a musical contest to decide who owns the Glam Slam. Tragedy strikes as Aura is run over by a Suzuki Samurai, but her mission has been accomplished already. The movie ends with a spiritual piece performed by the Kid (reminiscent, naturally, of Purple Rain ) and everybody leaves the theater weeping with a new outlook on life. Aside from its rather silly plot, Graffiti �% Bridge suffers most from Prince s self-indulgent dwelling on spiritually and religion. It has never been clear in exactly what capacity Prince considers himself religious. In Purple Rain, he pretty much inferred that he was the Prince of Peace. Recall the lyrics of  I Would Die 4 U :  No need to worry, no need to cry, I m new Messiah and you re the reason why.  In Purple Rain it just didn t seem to matter exactly what he meant by this. However the religious aspect of Graffiti Bridge is too full of contradictions to be accepted at any level. Aura is a troubling character in that she is one moment angelic and pure, the next a sex kitten. In one scene, she at- 1 tempts to seduce Morris Day to ] make him act nicer to Prince (follow that logic). She becomes quite drunk and belts out,  I ve got the toys to turn your body out/I ve got the noise to .make you scream and shout.  Latter,, though, she and Prince play a game of hangman in which he spells out M-I-N-E and points to her. She replies,  No, His,  and points to the heavens. Even later she ends up frolicking in the alley with. Prince on his motorcycle. Angel or vixen? Madonna or whore? The eternal dilemma."></div></div><div ID="DIVL420" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL421" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Equally ironic is Prince s final number at the Glam Slam after Aura s fatal accident. The Kid belts out a gospel-like ode to peace and joy and such, backed by a choir decked out in black robes and gold chains. Looming in the background is a giant painting of a bluish-tinted, naked demon-woman (a la Frank Frazetta). What does it all mean?"></div></div><div ID="DIVL422" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL423" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="If Prince is so morally upright, why does he spend millions of dollars making movies with blatant elements of promiscuous sex, sexism, and all-around nastiness? In light of this, the fact that Prince always casts himself as the champion of goodness is even more annoying. His preachiness rings resoundingly hollow. Unless he works out the sizeable kinks in his spiritual philosophy, or even better, leaves- the whole mess out of his future films, it is quite possible-that Prince s affair with Hollywood will have   peaked with his first effort."></div></div><div ID="DIVL424" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL425" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="9" LABEL="Susan Soest  92 still likes to refer to Prince as  His Purple Highness "></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL426" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="9"><div ID="DIVL427" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="9" LABEL=""></div><div ID="DIVL428" TYPE="CAPTION" ORDER="9" LABEL="PHOTO BY JEFF KATZ Prince looks into the future and sees... His Royal Badness On Ice."></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL429" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL430" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL431" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="10" LABEL="Lifestyles of the Rich and Comatose"></div><div ID="DIVL432" TYPE="SUBHEADLINE" ORDER="10" LABEL="barely a pulse to Reversal of Fortune"></div></div><div ID="DIVL433" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL434" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL435" TYPE="AUTHOR" ORDER="10" LABEL="by RACHEL BREM and MEREDITH MOSS"></div><div ID="DIVL436" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL437" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="D 1 eversal of Fortune pretends to be a brilliant film complete with fame, intrigue, drugs, liaisons, courtroom tension, and two Brown graduates. 0.K., so the Brown graduates were twelve and twenty at the time, and minor characters, about as flat as all the others in the film...so the movie s overdone and sleep-inducing but we got press."></div></div><div ID="DIVL438" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL439" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Alex ( B3) and Alla ( 88) von Biilow, children of the infamous Klaus and Sunny von Biilow, have spent their lives watching the all-too-predictable demise of their upper-crust family. In the throes of an unhappy, marriage, their father turns to affairs and their mother to drugs; Sunny suffers two comas, and Klaus is charged with his wife s murder. Our story begins after von Billow s first conviction, when he calls on saintly lawyer Alan Dershowitz to orchestrate his appeal. Good-guy Dershowitz, played by Ron Silver, wrote the selfserving non-fictional account of von Biilow s story on which the movie was based. He s the Har-"></div></div><div ID="DIVL440" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL441" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="vard professor you always wanted to have, a chummy father, a driven defender of justice. He assembles a zany funloving bunch of law students who play basketball in his driveway, eat spaghetti in his kitchen, and research law briefs for the von Biilow case in between ping-pong games. Dershowitz makes himself out to be a bit too good to be true. When he takes on Billow s glitzy case, a disillusioned groupie whimpers,  With Your record defending the poor and oppressed?!  Dershowitz justifies taking the case by making it a matter of classism, claiming the prosecution in the first trial succeeded because it had the means to employ private detectives."></div></div><div ID="DIVL442" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL443" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="We were surprised to see Glenn Close accept the dimensionless role of Sunny von Biilow. She s your basic fallen aristocrat, complete with damsel-in-distress act and breathy voice-overs. She appears only intermittently, either comatose in a hospital bed, or having drug-tinged tantrums in the family s Newport mansion. Klaus von Biilow (Jeremy"></div></div><div ID="DIVL444" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL445" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Irons) paces up and down the screen spouting things like,  We are all the keepers of our own souls,  in a voice which somehow combines Richard Nixon and Bette Davis. The writers fall short in their attempt to portray him as mysterious and eccentric, although Irons  ghoulish eyes and sunken cheeks are effective."></div></div><div ID="DIVL446" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL447" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Stilted interchanges attempt to create drama:  You re a very strange man,  says Dershowitz, as von Biilow slinks into his limo. The aristocrat recedes into the shadows with an enigmatic,  You have no idea.  Give it up, kids; the entire movie is contrived beyond salvation. Klaus  mystery is so lacking that the movie depends on Sunny s cheesy voice-overs for some semblance of suspense."></div></div><div ID="DIVL448" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL449" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="The predictability ruins even incidental characters, who easily fit boring stereotypes. David Marriot, Sleazy Witness Number One, screams  scum  with his pinky ring and enormous tie, seen from the angle of Dershowitz at Marriot s retroseventies kitchen table. Von Billow s current fling Andrea fits the gold-digging opportunist cliche, her gravelly voice boasting,  I ve devoted my life"></div></div><div ID="DIVL450" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL451" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="to clearing his name.  Trendoid black-garbed Harvard law students strike fashion poses at Dershowitz s research parties. The movie alternates too regularly between scenes of Dershowitz s Bloodhound Gang and the depressing von Biilow household, falling into a tiresome rut. Flashbacks to Sunny s pre-vegetable days are false and redundant. At one point, the movie even resorts to the enactment of hypothetical situations concocted by the defense lawyers."></div></div><div ID="DIVL452" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL453" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Cinematography and sets are forced and overdone. Our favorite was the romantic courtship scene between Sunny and Klaus: filtered light; lawn party; white umbrellas; pink rosetted gown. Classic. Dershowitz s book claims that this true story lent perfectly to the screen.  Sex and scandal, money and lies, greed, power, and unanswered questions,  brags the jacket. But this is exactly the problem no movie with any integrity or originality could have covered the von Biilow trial. An hour of  Dallas  clips has exactly the same elements and appeal as Klaus s real-life  ordeal ; the only advantage Reversal of Fortune has over a night of prime time is the grime and grit of two recent Brown grads."></div></div><div ID="DIVL454" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="10"><div ID="DIVL455" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="10" LABEL="Rachel Brem  94 and Meredith Moss  94 are still suffering from low blood-sugar levels as a result of seeing this movie"></div></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL456" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL457" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL458" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="listings"></div></div><div ID="DIVL459" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL460" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL461" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="art"></div></div><div ID="DIVL462" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL463" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL464" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL465" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="ASHAMU DANCE STUDIO, LYMAN HALL Fri thru Sun: Fall Dance Concert, 8 p.m., $5 Sat: performance by Fusion Dance featuring Melissa Rivera, time TBA."></div></div><div ID="DIVL466" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL467" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="DAVID WINTON BELL GALLERY List Art Center, Brown University Sat thru January 13: Sketches for Japanese Prims, drawings by 19th century artist Utagawa Kuniyoshi. HAFFENREFFER MUSEUM OF ANTHROPOL OGY Bristol, R 1 253-8388 Sat and Sun 1 -5 p.m., Mem thru Fri by appointment only ongoing: Woodlands: Contemporary Art of the Anishnabe, and A Faithful Resemblance: the McKenney-HallLithographs 1836-' 18 44, selections from local collections, thru Dec, 1990:TheNativeArrtsandMaterialCulaarecfthe Canadian and Alaskan North. thru Dec, 1990: Selections from New World Collections, representing native peoples of the Southeast, the Great Lakes, the Plains, the Northwest Coast, California, the Southwest, and MesoAmerica."></div></div><div ID="DIVL468" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL469" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="NEWPORT ART MUSEUM 76 Bellevue Ave., Newport Sun: Michael Harper, Rrofessor of English at Brown University, will read from his new poetry book, admission by donation. thru Nov. 25: Directions: African-American Artists Now, and Edward Bannister, call for opening times."></div></div><div ID="DIVL470" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL471" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="R.I.S.D. MUSEUM OF ART 224 Benefit St., 331 -3511"></div></div><div ID="DIVL472" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL473" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Fri: Lunchart Leonard Lesko discusses his collection of Bohemian and Selesian Glass, 12:15"></div></div><div ID="DIVL474" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL475" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Sun: Artfeast, aThanksgivingTourofstiU-lifepaintingsfrom the museum s permanent collection led by Virginia Macdonald, followed by a drawing workshop, 3 p.m., tickets $1"></div></div><div ID="DIVL476" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL477" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="thru Dec. 30: BohemianandSilesianGlass fromEastem Europe thru Dec 30: Indonesian Textiles, weavings from the islands of Celebes, Bali, Sumatra, and Java, thru January 6: Grand NeopditanChristmasCreche, a display of more than 200 delicately painted terra-cotta figures inspired by 18th century originalsare part of this Nativityscene brought to Providence from Naples, thru January 6: Womenof the FbatmgWorld, ajapanese print exh ibi cion that focuses on the role of rhe courtesan within the social fabric ofjapan s urban centers of rhe late 18th century'. RHODE ISLAND STATE COUNCIL FOR THE ARTS 95 Cqdar Street, Providence Fri: Gale Nelson, Brown alumnus and staff person in the English Department, will read from his new book of poetry, sponsored by the Poetry Mission, 8 p.m, free and open to the"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL478" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL479" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="12" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL480" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL481" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL482" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="movies"></div></div><div ID="DIVL483" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL484" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL485" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL486" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="AVON CINEMA 260 Thayer St., 421-331 Life and Nothing�ut: (starting Sunday), Eveningsat7:oo, 930 p.m., Sun matinees at 1,330 p.m. Presumed Innocent: both Fri&amp;Sat at 7 p.m. and 9:30 p.m., Sat matinees at 1,330 p.m. The Second Animation Celebration: Fri&amp;Satatmidnight"></div></div><div ID="DIVL487" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL488" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="CABLE CAR CINEMA 204 South Main St., 272-3970 Labyrinth of Passion: Evenings 7:15 p.m., Fri &amp; Sat at midnighlySat &amp; Sun matinees at 1 p.m. Wild at Heart: Evenings 930 p.m., Sat &amp; Sun at 5 p.m. Three by Scorsese: Sat &amp; Sun at 3 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL489" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL490" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="BROWN FILM SOCIETY Carmichael Auditorium, Brown"></div></div><div ID="DIVL491" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL492" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Return of the Pink Panther: Fri at 7 p.m., Sun at 930p.m. Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai: Fri93op.m., Sat at 7 p. m. The Pit and the Pendulum: Fri at midnight Stripes: Sat at 930 p.m, Sun at 7 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL493" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL494" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="FOUR SEASONS CINEMA 60 Newport Ave, Providence 434-4655 Call movie theatre for movies and times."></div></div><div ID="DIVL495" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL496" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="RISD AUDITORIUM Canal Street at Market Square Sun: A whirlwind tourofASightseer s France, a full-length travel documentary, $5 for RISD museum members, $7 for non-members, 230 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL497" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL498" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="SHOWCASE CINEMA-SEEKONK 800 Fall River Ave, Seekonk 336-6020 midnight shows on Fri, Sat and Wed only Rocky 5:12,1230, 2:15,2:45,430,5:00,7:20, 7:45,9:45, 1010,12:05 Sibling Rivalry: 1:10,3:10, 5:10, 730, 9:40, 11:40 Good Fellas: 1,4, 7:10,10:10 Child s Play 2: 1:15, 3:15,5:15, 7:20, 9:50,11:50 Ghost: 1:15, 4:05, 7:15, 10:00, 12:25 White Palace: 12:20, 230, 4:40, 7:25, 1005,12:15 The Memphis Belle: 1,3:05,5:10,730,9:50 11-50 Avalon: 1:30, 7:00, 11:55 Postcards from the Edge: 4:15, 9:30"></div></div><div ID="DIVL499" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL500" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="SHOWCASE CINEMA-WARWICK 1200 Quaker Lane, Warwick, 885-1621 midnight shows on Fri &amp; Sat only Rocky 5: 12, 1230, 2:15, 2:45, 430, 5, 7:20, 7:45 9-45 1010,12 White Palace: 12:15, 230, 4:45, 730,1005,12:00 Fantasia: 130, 4:15, 7:00, 930, 11:45 Avalon: 135,4:25,7:10, 9:45, 12 Pacific Heights: 12:20, 2:25, 430, 7:10,9:55, 12 Memphis Belle: 3:05, 7:40, 12 Postcards from the Edge: 1,5:10, 10 Sibling Rivalry: 1,3,5, 735,935, 1135 Reversal of Fortune: 12:10,2:25,4:40,7:25,9:50 12 Good Fellas: 1,4, 7:05,10:05 Ghost: 1:15,435, 7:15,9:55,12 Child s Play 2: 1:10,3:10,5:10, 7:20, 9:40,11:40"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL501" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL502" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="12" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL503" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL504" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL505" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="music"></div></div><div ID="DIVL506" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL507" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL508" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL509" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="ALUMNAE HALL Sun: Voices of Inspiration, &quot;come be a part of our ministry through song&quot;, 5 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL510" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL511" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="AS22O 71 Richmond St, 831-9327"></div></div><div ID="DIVL512" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL513" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Fri: Sound Happening with Sourpuss and City Hobgoblins, and those media darlings, Another Band, 8:30 p.m., $4 SattCabaretcf theOddlyNormal, withJulie�iskano, thenewage Ethyl Merman, mixed-media rock by Tree, anda show by Radio V0id....830 p.m., $4 Sun: Art Attack!!! An arts festival of 10 minute pieces, anyone in art responds tocensorshipand the NEA mess, 830 p.m., $4"></div></div><div ID="DIVL514" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL515" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="CUSTOM HOUSE TAVERN 36 Weybosset St., Providence 621-9759 Sun: Gregg Mazel &amp; friends, 9 p.m., $3 Mon: Abate &amp; Diamond, 9 p.m., $3"></div></div><div ID="DIVL516" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL517" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="GRANT RECITAL HALL Fri: Chamber Music Society, 830 p.m. Sat: Applied Music voice students recital, 830 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL518" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL519" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="LAST CALL SALOON 15 Elbow St. 421-7170 Fri: Fat City w/ the Oldsmobuicks Sat: Ronnie Earl, Sugar Ray, &amp; the Broadcasters w/Lynne Harrison"></div></div><div ID="DIVL520" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL521" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="RUE DE L ESPOIR . 99 Hope Street, 751-8890 Sat: Tish Adams and Jalhe Kahn jazz vocals, 8:30-11:30 p.m."></div></div><div ID="DIVL522" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL523" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="SAYLES HALL Sun: Brown Wind Symphony, 3 p.m. THE UNDERGROUND Fri: Angry Salad Tues: Acoustic Nite with Andrew Dubrock"></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL524" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL525" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="12" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL526" TYPE="ARTICLE" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL527" TYPE="HEADING" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL528" TYPE="TITLE" ORDER="12" LABEL="theater"></div></div><div ID="DIVL529" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL530" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL531" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL532" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="ALIAS STAGE 120 Manton Ave, Providence, 831-2919 thru Dec 9: The Bride of OhreyoiSe, a comedy-drama about a dysfunctional American femily, by Constance Congdon, Thurs, Fri &amp;. Sat at 8 p.m., 7 p.m. this Sun only, Sun matinee at 2 p.m., special performance on Mon at 8 p.m. as well, reserved tickets $5 until Sun, $lO afterwards."></div></div><div ID="DIVL533" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL534" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="2ND STORY THEATRE Hope&amp; John Streets, Providence, 421-5776 thru Nov 24: Catholic School Girls, by Casey K urtti, Fri and Sat performances at 8 p.m., Sun matinee on Nov 18 only at 2 p.m., reserved tickets $lO, matinee $5."></div></div><div ID="DIVL535" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL536" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="PERISHABLE THEATRE 124 Washington St, Providence, 331-2695 thru Nov 18: Georg Buchner's Wcryzeck, a stark look at the effects of science, religion, and class standing on lives of the poor,Thurs thru SatB p.m., Sun at 7 p.m, reserved tickets $B."></div></div><div ID="DIVL537" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL538" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="PROVIDENCE PERFORMING ARTS CENTER 220 Weybosset Street, 421-ARTS"></div></div><div ID="DIVL539" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL540" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Fri thru Sun: Anything Goes, Fri &amp;. Sat 8 p.m., Sun at 7 p.m., Sat &amp; Sun matinees at 2 p.m., call the box office for ticket informarion, or call Ticketron at 1 -800-382-8080."></div></div><div ID="DIVL541" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL542" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="TRINITY REPERTORY COMPANY 201 Washington St., Providence, 521-1100 thru Nov 18: Juno and the. Paycock, by Sean O Casey, an intimate portrait of a struggling family during civil war times in 1922 Dublin, in the Downstairs theatre, Hi and Sat at 8 p.m., Sunat2and 7p.m.,callforotherschedu!ed times during week."></div></div><div ID="DIVL543" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL544" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="WICKENDEN GATE THEATRE 134 Mathewson Street, Providence, 421-9680"></div></div><div ID="DIVL545" TYPE="PARAGRAPH" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL546" TYPE="TEXT" ORDER="12" LABEL="Thiurs, Fri, Sat until Dec. 8: Arthur Frayn's 1 lenefacurrs, a play about gtxxi will, frith, and change in the personal, professional, and social lives of two couples, evenings at 8 p.m., Sun marince on Dec 2 at 2 p.m., reserved tickets S 8 for students, Thursday and matinee are S 7."></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL547" TYPE="ILLUSTRATION" ORDER="12"><div ID="DIVL548" TYPE="IMAGE" ORDER="12" LABEL=""></div></div></div></div></div><div ID="DIVL549" TYPE="SECTION" ORDER="1"><div ID="DIVL550" TYPE="BODY" ORDER="1"><div ID="DIVL551" TYPE="BODY_CONTENT" ORDER="1"><div ID="DIVL552" TYPE="ADVERTISEMENT" ORDER="1" LABEL="'�%Q, Q a"></div><div ID="DIVL553" TYPE="ADVERTISEMENT" ORDER="8" LABEL="good clean fun: about five and a half points of light f&"></div><div ID="DIVL554" TYPE="ADVERTISEMENT" ORDER="9" LABEL="w Tl �%U -li China f&Voted as best Chinese Restaurant by The Providence Journal's readers. 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