SWEET DREAMS

Brian Connolly isn't exactly the kind of guy you picture comfying about the living room, patting kiddies on the head and making pleasant pigeon mouth. Coo coo coo. It's not likely he keeps his gold records well-polished and mounted above tiny amber spotlights like the portraits of recently departed relatives. He probably keeps them in rubber bodybags.

It's not that he's really menacing or anything, but there's little doubt that behind the deceptively blond hair lies a mind that thinks in meathooks. He projects a low-clearance presence onstage and off, and his vocals are threatening enough to send Susan Brownmiller types scurrying to the nearest karate class. How does he relax at home?