Page 8 - The Michigan Daily - Friday, November 8, 1985 UNIVERSITY OFMICHIGAN SCHOOL OF MUSIC Concert Postponement Faculty recital with Camilla Wicks, violin, and Martin Katz, piano, sched- uled for Sunday, November 10, has been postponed and will take place on TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1986 8:00 P.M., RACKHAM AUDITORIUM B b bbbad to the Bone By John Logie If You've Ever Been Arrested for Scalping Low Numbers At A Deli, Worked As A Narrator For Bad Mimes, Experienced Amnesia And Deja Vu Simultaneously, Proof- read For A skywriting Company, Noticed The Expiration Date On Your Birth Certificate, Glimpsed A Subliminal Advertising Executive, Has A Speed Reading Accident, Called Information To Find Your Socks, Vapor- ized A Dog With Spot Remover, Or Seen Norman Rockwell Beat Up A Child, Then You Need To See An Evening Of Comedy With Steven Wright. WINB WELCOMES STEVEN WRIGHT Friday Nov. 22 ' 7:30 at the 4 POWER CENTER Tickets available at the Michigan Union Ticket Office and all Ticket World outlets. CHARGE-TICKETS-BY-PHONE Call 763-TKTS A MAJOR EVENTS PRESENTATION n S .~ j -_ / s R 6 a :M -eia M S ~ c qs An offEvvs'/C. reo wh4i e\° UAA O I ~CAae heiiA Sl c nq s6L11q ho Cri7 oc UNIVERSIT S CANT SECONDS before he hurled himself into a knot of com- pressed, skanking fans, Fishbone keyboardist Chris Dowd intoned the lyrics, "Look at us, we came to have a good time." Rick's doesn't really allow true stage diving. The stage is about a foot off the floor. The dance floor is woefully thin and cramped, and anyone who attempts a stage dive is running the risk of piling into a hard, wooden, fence-like structure that surrounds the bar. But that didn't stop Dowd. What's more, the over-enthusiastic tossing- about he received from the crowd didn't keep him from scrabbling back onto the stage to resume his portion of the song without missing a beat. During Wednesday night's show, Fishbone was constantly butting up against the outer limits. They swung and whipped their instruments around at their own physical peril. They drove the cramped dance-crowd to fervent frenzy, throwing to the winds any sense of respect for their equipment - which was subjected to quite a beating. But while things were at times intense, depraved, and violent, Fishbone always made their music the first priority. Visually the show was chaotic. A deaf man would never assign musical consistency and quality to the sights of Wednesday night's show. Sax player Angelo "The Missing Link" Moore was constantly in motion, with split leg leaps and drops; and this from a man whose hairstyle more closely resembles that of a cartoon character than that of a real human. Trumpet player and screamer Dirty Walt towered over the crowd, and slashed his trumpet to the mike for in- termittent blasts. The band constan- tly throbbed, barely remaining within the confines'of the too-small stage. But throughout the entire hour-and- Records (Continued from Page 7) It's fueled by terrificly mad lyrics about taking revenge on an old girlfriend: from a candlelight din- ner to the city burning down, I'll listen to the firemen while I toast your town. Swamp Thing gets even wackier when they talk romance and revolution as "Beautiful Com- Daily Photo by JAE KIM Fishbone members (left to right: Chris Dowd, Angelo Moore, Dirty Wat, and Norwood Fisher) caught in (for them) a rare and introspective moment. a-half that Fishbone played, they didn't once miss a note because they were so busy having a good time. It's astonishing that a band as young and explosive as Fishbone is can still maintain a sense of respect for their music. This is important for them, because their music warrants respect. The band has pumped new life into the ska and pre-rap-70s-hard-funk genres, but their songs never fall easily into those or any other genre; as the band has a knack for layering and mixmastering musical styles. Bizarre juxtapositions abound. "Alcoholic" opened with mournful, drunken harmonizing, before careening into hopped-up ska-thrash. "Bonin'," a heavy, George Clinton- ish groove monster song, features an a capella break. "Voyage to the Land of the Freeze-Dried Godzilla Farts," featured Dowd exhorting guitarist Special K to inject a heavy metal solo, and the resulting diddles prompted mass genuflection. Dowd does deserve special recognition for his antics. While he plays trombone and keyboards, two instruments that limit mobility severely, he proved to be the wildest member of the band. At the keyboard he pulsed and throbbed, ricocheting off the back wall. At one point he hunkered beneath the synthesizer while he played, resembling a chained prisoner. His trombone was a swooping weapon. When Dowd was encumbered only by a microphone, he was irrepressible. He defused a fight in the crowd by urging the participants to, "be mellow dudes, good vibrations, y'know?" Dowd later resorted to the old microphone masturbation routine, but in the con- text of his alternatively impish (yes, impish!) and obscene behavior it was quite entertaining. Dowd is like a bad actor who shamelessly steals scenes, but does so with enough wit and cleverness to ultimately be more en- tertaining than his part as written. The big Fishbone juxtaposition is the pairing of serious political and social messages with dance music. The band managed to balance the party atmosphere 'with these messages, without ever becoming overbearing, and that, perhaps, was their greatest success. munists," and then turn ultra- capitalist on the hilariously sarcastic "Island Song." On Side Two, the title track lets you (and the bongos) thrash to your heart's content, while the somewhat funky "Little Noises in the Night" is there to remind you of your childhood horrors And leave it to Swamp Thing to be the ones reminding us it's a long way from the tenth floor to the gound in "Slightly Broken"-a song which sounds like Hall and Oates gone insane while campaigning against suicide. The side ends with the cannibalistic throw-away, "I Love Children." The playing is fast and crooked. The musicianship is sometimes slightly blurred around the harsh angles, but they hold up really well under the rhythmic pressure. They sound tighter on the side's other ripping number "21 lbs in a 10 lb Box" - probably the album's best track, musically. Swamp Thing seems to offer ra uniquely humorous approach to their music (which carries on in the same tradition as our own now-defunct Civilian Fun Group), but they sound somewhat restrained, or constrained, ratter, by being on record. L1d imagine they'd be a great time live 4- and they have received enthusiastic press for their home-town as well as recent East Coast performances. HANDEL ORATORIO JUDAS MACCABEUS SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1985 4 P.M. CHANCEL CHOIR AND ORCHESTRA SOLOISTS Daniel Vines, tenor Julia Broxholm, soprano Nada Radokovich, soprano Jo Anne Desmond, soprano Sally Carpenter, contralto Stephen Bryant, bass-baritone Marilyn van der Velde, organist Carol Leybourn Janssen, harpsichordist Donald Bryant, conductor First Presbyterian Church 1432 Wash tenaw Ave., Ann Arbor I N CO0 NT C E R T MICHAEL W SMITH . -Beth Fertig Carlos Montoya guitarist "... a master performer, a unique, exciting star." - New York Herald-Tribune Saturday, November 9, TICKET STUBS WORTH MONEY? You bet, at Domino's Pizza your U of M football ticket stu is worth $1.00 on any pizza order with one or more items OFFER GOOD ON HOME GAMES ONLY. Not good with any other offer or special. Ticket stubs expire the first Thursday after the game (i.e. Purdue vs. Michigan ticket stub good until November 14, 1985) _ r b 'Al 4o~ViA )J"a 3M " ' 1 111L1 LtiJ 1 i iL 1 V V 1l 1 i 1L l 1L LLL 1 +. A.