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EHSBgbbbRV WPP*' > f aw ^1r ^^^\TKg I^HHB v | ffriW K|^^ ?| |^Hm HI I ttrwli fe' mm 1 m n|} ?BSk BB I 3 I Hi i i m BbB&i >_ ri Darryl Khoades and the Hahavishnu crowd Thursday with outlandish entci social commentary and bad taste. Art is w By SKOT (lAHltK K 197' Gamecock Staff Writer Bui pai The magic world of J.R.R. .. iim Tolkien is one thai stands alone ma in the field of fantasy literature. call For the past five years, fea t>?11 ? i: r? ?-- i Ml . - ocmciiwiie imhjks nas uiusiraieci anc the masterpieces of Tolkien froi ! with their Tolkien Calendars. peo The 1978 Tolkien Calendar cap once again features art by the T Hildebrandt Brothers, who are dat quickly becoming known as sole to artists used to depict the works inf( of Tolkien. This is the third year apf the two brothers have painted the ' the rnlendnr hnf fhic uoar'c on? calendar is their weakest effort. Kin ; The paintings are very good, Coi | and entertaining isually, but Oct fall a little short of the usual S good Hildebrandt work. One 1971 criticism is some people are Ga getting a little tired of the "SI Hildebrandts' work, and would de| like to see a larger variety of Hil< artists on the calendar. the The first calendar, released in bee By TOM "ED" (lamocock Stafl Don't look no temi>orary Sour job well as they ^^tnon^harWjXKu the HaHavishni As the lights d taped music backstage brou Evel Knievel ou The crowd gre\ began a rhyth clapping and st The lights fin brought up. the; Ml i ci v rn k u Orchestra, con drummer dress singers (one of who sports a ii saxophonist. tw dancers, began piece which ha appearance of t Khoades camt his feet seeming experiencing ar feet"). His hat \ his sunglasses biz). His topcoat out of control, a front row. Clapping and music, Rhoades which discussec slitting the wris i lock yourself in the Dodge, or so SC oneself in the h jLJmUiliii taken literally, eak 4, had art by Tolkien himself. . Tolkien painted only a few ntings before he died, which |||^i|Sp| lits the amount of new terial for each successive ' ;/ endar. Tim Kirks' art was tured in the 1975 calendar, I though greatly different ^ ', 2 m Hildebrandts' style, many 5 w pie feel Kirk is just as able as the two brothers. Bj^ll jJ| he calendar features certain es which are of importance Mf|flli|?l the Tolkien mvthns nttinu Mllils&lsl >rmation compiled from the indices of "The Return of King." Important dates h as "The Destruction of the ig" on March 18, or "The |gpgg|lpi ~:i L^I m ? ii? ?*? iimi ui ivii unu tin iiic I/in OI g||pg?^ggg ober. ome of the best paintings for I are June's "The Return of ndalf," and November's kA|Ak '? TU? A nt;iwu. i lie liiui taici h ^^ssffigjagrjis )icted are the familiar debrandt characters, over past three years they have ome quite recognizable. e >wrl rla bizarre ('I.YI)K. a tier Writer Prinz and b w. but on Thursday night the Con- doesi ids Committee was caught doing its satire provided a concert-stajved crowd of AVant i amazing band: Darryl Khoades and por i Orchestra. kept i immed half-way, the bizarre array of music continued while somebody from "Bro< ght a life-size cardboard replica of Song t and placed it behind a microphone, oppor V in :?nl tnn t guitai mic, "Ha: iia! 11a! I la!" cheer, in ; nmping. tuall> ally dimmed, and when they were The h nidience was subject to an outlandish |,y th< med individuals. The llallavishnu niusi< lposed of a keyboard player, a "Befc ed like the Statue of Liberty >, 'irrr |)Ut e! Ihem either transvestite or a female ojh ither large attractive mustache>, a Davie u guitarists, a bass player, and two Me<\ the evening with an instrumental soliloi d almost everyone primed for the ,Uro/>i he man, Darryl Khoades. a $17. out dancin", going all over the stage, t0 he ly in control of his lx>dy < as if he were Kawe \ attack of Steve Martin's "happy ,\ft< \as so far forward it almost covered Nogr< the "clip-on" variety, this is show favor : was flashy, his hair and beard were svesti Imost to the point of endangering the was i worn; obviously totally absorbed in the rich" began with a song entitled;*Suicidc," hecilt 1 several ways of "doin* it,' such as The t, hanging oneself, carbon monoxide mncif the garage, take your keys and start shark mcthing to that effect >, and shooting The ead. The crowd loved it. emoti les apparently does not want to he an(j (| evidenced by his closing remarks uQSBHpBSMrTOi^H ui, >an~iiic< u/ii?ic<tutK~Fage 11 ntertainment liahts a act "Suicide," "Ooh, I feel jusl like Freddie e," The show is a mixture of social commentary >ad taste, which, when presented by Khoades. lot appear offensive. It seems. in essence, like a ' nf h.iH l:)cln u itli ilm oivn HIV uiyj^nvu Ul lllcl M11^ US to laugh and not feci guilty. about ;H) minutes Khoadcs and the orchestra ip an incredible level of energy. The orchestra, ally, is quite talented, as was evident in coli for Two," a jazzy instrumental, and This is Boring," in which each mcmlier is given the tunity to give a solo impression of ;i l>oring r lick, bass line, or drum solo Irom the past > satire on Barry Manilow. Hhoades used \ ir ' nothing but cliches from |x>pular love songs, /rics were held together not by the content, but ? purpose of rhyming, as is often the ease with : these days. For example, the opening phrase >re I met you, I couldn't forget you" w;ts bizarre. IttlH inrv fl inni .T er highlights included "Ties to a IUirloy Ison." "Burgers from Heaven." and 'Think of Vhen You're I'nder Him'," which began with .1 rjuy by Rhoades 011 his thoughts about love. [ from the Holiday Inn. Rhoades opened wearing 76 Leisure Suit (from K-Mart) and sang "I Want Normal," and danced in front of a Karrah ett-Majors poster. er "Shaft" and "Yipes! Here Come (he ics!" came what may have been the crowd's aite "I am Woman." In Ibis song, the Iran ite finally revealed its identity. lather she'he Helen Reddy or her husb:$id, singing I am in, hear me hitch, buy my songs and make me and a chorus of "I am inane . . . I am .in ini ? . . . I am commercial." >y satirized punk rock. Jesus freaks u;ivs iliwn * and concluded the regular set with 'Surfin' l," a mixture of "Jaws" and the Beach Hoys. ' audience was building toward its peak level <>f on, yelling, screaming for an encore. Klioades tie Orchestra returned to the stage, played "l)<> See HIIOADKS, page i:i >