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April 1975

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PENSEE FOR THE DAY If it wasn’t for us groupies, all bands would be queer. Twink, Coral, Layla, and the best super-groupie in N.Y. City, “Viria” Bronx, N.Y. (You may be right. - Ed.) NOTATITMAN Dontcha think you’re overdoing it a little bit? I mean five whole breasts in the Jan.

THE CHRISTGAU CONSUMER GUIDE

Robert Christgau

As always, this month’s Consumer Guide cleans up pre-Christmas business. All those year-end lists I compiled for the Village Voice Pazz & Jop Critics’Poll reminded me of a few putatively hi-quality elpees I’d done my best to ignore, and this is where I attempt to confront them.

ROCK 'N' ROLL news

Steve Marriott is the first of Humble Pie doing a solo album. Greg Ridley helps out on it and it includes a Dylan song and a Lulu song (yes, Lulu). Steve is just finishing up cutting the thing down from a double to a single record, but it looks like the Lulu tune (yes. Lulu) will survive.

THE BEAT GOES ON

Robert Duncan

PALM BEACH - It’s a long way from Liverpool. But there he was, Mr. Funny Hat of 1974, very deep in the lap of luxury (and perhaps face down, more on that later). Yes, John Lennon vacationing in Palm Beach, winter home to many of America’s wealthiest and most powerful dinosaurs.

NOT INSANE. AND NOT FUNNY EITHER.

Lester Bangs

The Firesign Theatre’s Catalog Of Misconceptions

Great Guitarists Of The Western World No. 1: LEO KOTTKE

Ed Ward

Leo Kottke is playing the guitar. He’s been playing the guitar, sitting on the bed in this airport motel in Grand Rapids, Michigan, for some forty-five minutes, stopping here and there to check what he is trying to do. An idea appears, is played with, and then seems to be locked into place in an overall structure.

Utopia Dreamin With Todd Rundgren

Bruno Stein

Turnback Inn, Mellier is an address located somewhere in the author's anterior lobe. Todd Rundgren entered Mr. Stein’s mind via interview in Chicago recently and somehow ended up in those darker recesses where stands the aforementioned extremely gothic roadhouse.

OX ON THE RUN

DONALD WILLSON

Were the members of the Who half so fertile and productive collectively as they are individually, they would undoubtedly be the most prolific, as well as one of the best, rock bands in the world.

Kiss KOMIX

JAAN UHELSZKI

Once upon a time, Darcy Q. Docile, a nice boy from a nice quaint Amish community near Intercourse, Pennsylvania, used to tell his mother, "I want to be a peanut when / grow up, Mama, because they’re reeee-al oily!" One day Mama and and Darcy went into Intercourse and somehow Darcy wandered away down a back alley, where he thought he detected his beloved oily fragrance.

Features

Gregg Allman: LAID BACK TATTOO INTACT

Bill Douglas

Greg Allman and Richard Betts, the two “front men ” of the Allman Brothers Band, came off separate solo tours recently.

BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO

JONH INGHAM

Even as Mott the Hoople were announcing Mick Ronson as their new guitarist at a fancy New York press conference, plans were underway for the group to break up again with Ian Hunter pursuing a solo career backed by Ronson.

Stars Cars

BILLY PRESTON

THE CREEM READERS GUIDE TO 1974

So, that was 1974, huh?

Letter From Britain

All Eyes Turn To America

Ian MacDonald

Emergency distress signal: Help. We are running out of off-the-wall geniuses and-or who-what-where- killer bands. Over. Yeah, sure — so are you. With your George Harrison tours and your John Lennons in residence, not to mention all that dough.

HEAVY METAL

Charles Manson

How To Build Your Own Dune Buggy

LOONEY TOONS

The Teenage Dwarf

In lurching desperation, with nothing else to key itself upon, 1974 seized the Beatles, made their potential - as opposed to reality - its standard, forced icons out of the unwilling sphincter of the past like so much non-metaphoric shit.

Eleganza

Next Up: The Tie-Dye Revival

Lisa Robinson

You wouldn’t get an argument from me if you said the creepiest fashion decade of the 20th century was the 1960s.

Souther, Hillman, Furay Further On Down The Road

Larry Sloman

It’s a wonderfully bleak day in Asbury Park, N.J. The wind is blowing in off the shore, the sun is mercifully hidden and those negative ions floating in from the salt water are working their magic. At the Empress Motel, Mr. Hillman and Mr. Souther are already sprawled out in their respective rooms, catching some catch-up winks.

Creemedia

GOING DOWN ON KRIS

Georgia Christgau

When Kris Kristofferson refused the lead in Two Lane Blacktop, he did a smart thing: he stayed out of a bad movie. Of course that movie was popular and would have given Kristofferson exposure; then again it didn’t do much for James Taylor’s cinematic career, or Dennis Wilson’s, either. How come Kris knew better than to take part? “I didn’t know shit about cars,” he said.

SHORT TAKES

Jaan Uhelszki

THE HOUSE THAT VANISHED (Hallmark):: No, The Last House on the Left, Don’t Look In the Basement, The Horrible Old House on the Hill, and The House That Vanished aren’t all on the same block, but they do belong in the same neighborhood. All are thin excuses to bring you the maximum of suspense and slaughter with the least amount of plot.

Rewire Yourself

The Lost Charge Of The Electric Toy Brigade

Richard Robinson

The technological surge inspired by NASA and the Japanese has ended.

Primitive Wisdom For Sale

Ed Word

Bob owns a bookstore on San Francisco’s Union Street, a drag containing more guru-human-potential shucks per square foot than any other street in the country. (One of Bob’s biggest sellers is - get this - Das Energi, Paul William’s classic collection of psychedelic fascist epigrams.)

Extension Chords

Guild-O-Mania

Michael Brooks

Apparently there was a time when Epiphone and Gibson were one, but it was a time of trouble. During the 30’s, before Epiphone moved across the sea to Japan, their people — actually hired by Gibson — decided to go out on strike for better bread.

Records

Dreck In The Grooves

Charles Nicholaus

Bob Dylan is pussy-whipped.

ROCK& ● A ● RAMA

L.B

JACK BRUCE - Out of the Storm (RSO) ●● Purely prejudicial on my part I admit, but a) I didn’t think Jack Bruce was worth much of a shit even in Cream either compositionally or especially as a singer - in fact about all he did in the latter department was make it possible for Ozzy Osbourne to cut him at his own strident ineptitude; and, b) I think Steve Hunter is one of the finest guitarists alive today, got my vote in CREEM’s latest Readers’ Poll, and did more than many people realize to help break Lou Reed, via his work on Rock ‘n Roll Animal, through to the American heartland Thus it's only obvious' why I’m so disheartened by this album that I refuse to ever listen to it again;