Looney Toons

As David ventures forth into the western world of California he graciously leaves me the task of filling the void created by his absence. I’m not replacing him or his unique spirit (I won’t pretentiously pose as his ghost writer) — that is obviously impossible since his brilliant inestimable talents are irreplacable, but we decided the article must go on — “There’s no business like ...” And I’m as likely a dupe as any (if not more so). However, that topic will not be dealt with. I definitely decided this would not be the first installment of my review of The Female take up the typewriter.

This decision came about in a box office while finding refuge from the mobs of undulating Alice Cooper fans ecstatically listening to the first group POW (while sitting on their asses). The conversation began with the carelessness of current revolutionary politics and drifted to the lead, singer who was either a reincarnation of early Jim Morrison or the dying process of Iggy Stooge. Anyway, her style was becoming more subtle and the influence of a subdued Rob Tyner was evident. It isn’t odd that David should compare her to these male vocalists: of course, there are no female rock and roll singers since The Shangri-la’s.