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by Janet Burris |MY THUMB... Fllppo (Rolling 2nd) Marshall Chap- get some Swho can rock-n-rolE disbanded, Mar- ne cowgirl on the from country ass" fender-bender to recruit a new Chapman will be male jeans in of the stars, Soap July 7th, 8th and tLOTES Mall hosts the muscular of handicaps, have Austin's fast- blues? for a new bass happen to be an i-out neuroses, fill the bill for the ages. They need a wanted to know the Who's Who of Stars: Nelson ! Cutler, who said he early anyway. Richards, considerable diffi- final eight-ball er: Richard Mac. The Texas is highballing the !train travel, An ,pened at operated by the ~artment, miles through over hills and a vintage depot. on the tracks is a Cooke Income- park superin- mg commercial locomotives can be adapted to of steam engine do a three night Saloon June 9, Morris Agency hearts with a sometime this new album of makers, squeezed nationalized film Texas at least five to an article ork Times (March Texas as a Coast" in the s. This claim is availability of lower costs of cooperation be- and unions, and Work at least equal in Hollywood. Chicano Film in San Antonio, Oblate College, Iccepting director, invites who, life as Moxi- choose to through to Chicano Film Dr., San 42) 341-1366. 3 ROME INN FOOD Although the wonderful kitchen+ run by Bruce Wlllensik is sorely missed at Rome Inn, you can still get sandwiches and nachos. Roky Erickson is playing the shortages will come next year when reservoirs are more de- pleted. Cloud-seeding has touched off a fervor similar to old-fashioned range war. It seems dry areas are rustling cloudbursts from their Mountain, the bare-headed homage to the inner core. Roads are now dusty, filtering the horizon to fuzzy shadows. The sky is the color of faded fruit, a flannel blanket falling behind the distant folds. Now, for a concert in the vicinity, there doesn~ seem to be management problems make big concerts a too much over-rated form of entertainment. There's a lot of former Willie Nelson picnic-fans who agree with me. ALL-STAR NIGHT AT THE ARMADILLO enough cars, and folks hangin' around town buying ice, beer and" IAlvin Crow looked out at the food. Run a stop sign lookin' at shrubs cut in the shapes of tiny-tot animals. Hey this is really weird. Approaching the concert site are the customary gate-keepers-- cowboys in bluejeans claim there's at least 4,000 people up there on the top. Okay ... we round it and park backstage. And there are a lot of people dancin' in the dirt while the fiddling lady of Possum Pie delights the audience with toe- tapping riddles. Another band takes the stage, High Mesa Cattle Company, and Bill Austin, the Charlie Daniels of the Western Slope Music Festival, introduces a Merle Haggard song. No back- slidin' in this group as they next swing into a Willis Alan Ramsey song, "Painted Lady." The banjo twangs right off the hilltop--a whistle on the train headin' down the tracks. This outdoor festival stuff is fairly new to these mountaineers as they stand around in the sun, audience, then looked around him :at the heavily populated stage, and isaid in his hard Texas twang: '%Ve're gonna have 15 people up here playin' the Nyquil Blues-- gonna expect you all to play your ass off." And they did. Alvin, leading the motley crew with a natural authority, the Pleasant Valley Boys, Marcia Ball on the piano, Joe :Ely on the dobro, Jimmy Gilmore, Butch Hancock, Angela Strealy, and more, and more. No one would have thought that a semi- organied, improvised jam session could have so few ragged edges and such a lot of energy. I've heard many a version of Butch's "Bluebird"--I heard it in living rooms and honky-tonks for years-- but the '"nix band" version on the Armadillo stage, with the soloists playing its haunting melody for the first time, was the most powerful. I've heard many a "Jolie Blonde," but Marcia's shouting Cajun Joe Ely at Armadillo, Monday, June I. + Austin clubowner Clifford Antone gives the thumbs-up sign following Bobby Blue Bland's performance at his club Saturday night. Bland sang '~Soul of a Man," the single from his new album, Reflections in Blue, as well as several other cuts from it. Said Bland after the show, "All these one-nighters are beginning to tell on the old man." We didn't notice. Troubador in LA on July 21. Post card from Spokane tells us that T. Gosney Thornton and Band played to packed houses at Washboard Willie's there. The crowds love Texas music. Get the coffee perkin' Friday night and plan to stay up late. Little Feat host a Midnight Special beginning after the Tonight Show featuring Bonnie Raitt, Emmylou Harris, Nell Young and the first national TV appearance of Jesse Winchester. Guy Clark's Band at the Armadillo Saturday night included Bea Spears, Micky Raphael, and Gary P. Nunn with Karen Black and others. And here's some real bloody news: the ink of the new Kiss Comics is fortified with real blood of the band members, Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Peter Crime and Ace Frehley. Kris and Rita, together, doing what they love best. Rita will do solo set from her new album release Anytime... Anywhere. Kristofferson, outlaw C&W song- writer turned film star, is also promoting a new album Surreal Thing, which slipped by unnoticed on the heels of his recent film SuCcess. Asleep at the Wheel and Willie Nelson are going on tour, launching off at Red Rocks Stadium in Denver on June 16th, an idyllic concert setting, overlook- ing the lights of Denver. The ten-day junket includes Albuquer- que, Tuscon, El Paso, Phoenix, Odessa and Amarillo. Whew! WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE Coloradans are already feeling the pinch for water. Water rationing began in Denver this week. Outside watering has been limited to three hours every three days per household. Restaurants are only serving water upon request of customers. City officials claim the conservation measures are merely symbollic. The severe water Marcia Ball, Jimmy Gilmore, ButchHanceck, etc.,llne up during thesecondeetat Armadillo, Monday, Junel. neighbors, and some disputes are being settled in court. Also, cloud-seeding fallout is a toxic substance spreading across farm- land and playgrounds alike, since there is very tittle control on its meanderings. WESTWARD He! There is water standing in the ditches outside Lubbock. I have never heard of water-logged fields in the Panhandle. A thunderstorm is brewing northward and we drive right towards it. Kept going west and bumped into Santa Fe. Everything is adobe, even the filling stations and banks. Light brown mud buildings with fiat- topped roofs and sun decks or curved tiles and beams, City codes preserve the architectural motif. Narrow roads of cobblestone in the central village lead to churches. Going north to the Colorado border, piney woods creep down the base of the mountains. Copper and red clay boulders where mine shafts leR hanging. And there's a Branding Iron restaurant in every town. Around Durango, tin tunnels into blackness, evidence of m/neral stores to be explored. Mustard, rust, slate and coal pour from gashes in the sides of Red r hatless, taking up a collection for a keg. People mosey on, thinking there must be more, but too loaded to stay much longer, and the chubby kid is crying, "Why can,t you carry me, Mommy?" I can't get over what a clear sound this band gets over when it's their first gig. Damn near as melodic as Marshall Tucker in the cave of Armadillo. But the audience was a little stingy with their appreciation, as the group lingered a bit, hoping for an encore. Kurt Van Sickle, who travelled up from Austin as the only out-of-state performer, brought the crowd in with a complexRy of rhythms, a fisher- man hauling in nets. The audience was calmed and exhilarated. Taps at dusk. And not quite ready to relinquish its hold, clapping until Kurt did "Will the Circle Be Unbroken?" The headlining act was also a sad good-bye, Black Cenyon, a favorite among Western Slope night.goers, was together for the last time. Jim Austin, concert promoter, was real happy with the turnout and wants to make a bigger festival next year, with an arts and craRs festival too. I was disoourlq~d-~g to him, knowing that the neighborly jostling for a place to be, crowd control, sanitary facilities, and the thousand-fold version cut through the "Jolie Blonde" cliches that almost every- one does. Many a "Goodnight, Irene," but when the music-gang did that for their finale, people in the audience exchanged unbeliev- ing looks; and when Joey sang a whole verse of just the word "Irene," repeated again and again, "Irene, I~ene, Ireeeeeeeene, Iiiii~-reeeeene," he made the name say everything that every sad song ever said. '%Vhat Irene were you singing to?" someone (not me) asked him later. "I was singing to the Irene," Joey said. Yet for all that it was a saddish night, that Monday, a blue Monday--not many people danced, though the music was reaching out and touching us. And backstage later the performers hung around till three and beyond, as though no one was especially anxious to be where they'd end up that night. David Haley, a Denver-based song-writer in Gilmore's band, said out of nowhere, "What finally happens is that everybody finally goes home." As though that's all that finally happens. But that's the difference in the night between Saturday and Monday. --Michael Ventura ii+ s + - '. . , Texm jUnje