Those who consider these the dog days are welcome to paddle, but with Independence Day shooting past and Labor Day yet to come, we think this is the time to set sail for unshackled leisure. Christen this issue the H.M.H. Playboy in honor of the shipbuilder, and pardon the scent of champagne. We broke a few bottles in launching it to you.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), August, 1983, Volume 30, Number 8. Published Monthly by Playboy, Playboy Bldg., 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill, 60611. Subscriptions: In the United States and its possessions, $54 for 36 Issues, $38 for 24 Issues, $22 for 12 issues. Canada, $27 for 12 issues. Elsewhere, $35 for 12 issues. Allow 45 days for new subscriptions and renewals. Change of address: Send both old and new addresses to Playboy, Post Office Box 2420, Boulder, Colorado 80302, and allow 45 days for change. Marketing: Ed Condon, Director/Direct Marketing; Michael J. Murphy, Circulation Promotion Director. Advertising: Henry W. Marks, Advertising Director; Harold Duchin, National Sales Manager; Michael Druckman, New York Sales Manager; Milt Kaplan, Fashion Advertising Manager, 747 Third Avenue, New York, New York 10017; Chicago 60611, Russ Weller, Associate Advertising Manager, 919 North Michigan Avenue; Troy, Michigan 48084, Jess Ballew, Manager, 3001 W. Big Beaver Road; Los Angeles 90010, Stanley L. Perkins, Manager, 4311 Wilshire Boulevard; San Francisco 94104, Tom Jones, Manager, 417 Montgomery Street.
Mighty Casey let Mudville down 95 years ago, and there hasn't been a good baseball poem since. So our own mighty K.C. (Associate Editor Kevin Cook) struck out to find a modern Mudville, to see whether or not the national game could lake one more turn for the verse. This is his report.
With a title as near perfect as I Hate to Wake Up Sober in Nebraska, who really needs to hear the song? That and such other distinctive titles as Trees in Love and My Wife and My Best Friend's Girl lured us into Wa-Ha Music (Mountain Railroad), by a self-described "tequila-powered trio" from Madison, Wisconsin, called Free Hot Lunch. It's a treat: three-part harmonies, lilting guitar, mandolin, banjo, sambas and mambos. The jacket explains that "musicologists identified Wa-Ha as the 'Big Wave' that spawned such diverse musical forms as 'Wis-Mex,' 'Rockanorski' and 'Punk Polka.' This collection of rare Wa-Ha recordings has been traced to the legendary 'Cuervo Sessions.'" Need we say more?
Second Time Around: His tart, sassy first album last year may not have generated the same kind of windfall profits as the efforts of those other popular new tourist attractions Asia and Men at Work, but Marshall Crenshaw did manage to top several important critics' polls as the most promising new kid on the rock-'n'-roll block.
If Evelyn Waugh had been bitten on one leg by Groucho Marx and on the other by S.J. Perelman and then locked away with a typewriter and no vaccine, he might well have produced the complete works of Peter De Vries. As it's turned out, we have De Vries himself for that, and in his latest, Slouching Towards Kalamazoo (Little, Brown), he sets his wacko, witty voice to a rough retelling of Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter. Except that De Vries sets it in the Midwest in the Fifties instead of in Puritan Boston. And the Hester Prynne character is named Maggie Doubloon, and when she first appears wearing her big red A, it is not in public stocks in the village square but on the balcony of a cheap motel--a moment that inspires her to launch a very successful T-shirt company. There's more, of course, than that. Slouching Towards Kalamazoo is a beauty. Pour a cup of coffee and enjoy it.
Compared with the mediocre competition (see Spacehunter, reviewed below), Return of the Jedi (Fox) is another rousing entertainment in George Lucas' nine-part epic derived from Star Wars. After this, the third film of the middle trilogy, he'll go back to the very beginning of the Star Wars legend, which has already made movie history. In its script, Return of the Jedi falls a bit short of its predecessors, and director Richard Marquand hasn't quite got Lucas' magic touch. But it's pretty breathtaking as outer-space adventures go. Who doesn't want to know the ultimate fate of Darth Vader or witness the efforts of Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Princess Leia (played by Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher, in case you've been in a cultural coma for the past six years) to avert a galactic catastrophe? Joining Yoda, Chewbacca, R2-D2 and C-3PO in Jedi's catalog of creatures are a fat, froglike bad guy named Jabba the Hutt and some squat, fuzzy-wuzzy warriors known as Ewoks, whose cuddlesome charms may eclipse E.T.'s. Like his friend Steven Spielberg, Lucas continues to make moviegoing the kind of innocent, awe-struck pleasure it used to be when we were all light-years younger. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
Idol Gossip: Dino De Laurentiis' long-delayed remake of Mutiny on the Bounty is finally under way, with Australian star Mel (The Year of Living Dangerously) Gibson as Fletcher Christian and Anthony Hopkins as Captain Bligh. Based on a script by Robert Bolt, the film (called simply Bounty) is currently shooting in New Zealand and Tahiti and at Cape Horn.... Bound to set off a flurry of controversy this fall is Costa-Gavras' new venture, Hanna, starring Jill Clayburgh. In a nutshell, the film's about an American lawyer (Clayburgh) resettled in Israel who becomes involved both professionally and emotionally with a Palestinian desirous of returning to his homeland, now Israeli territory. Insiders claim the film dramatizes the Palestinian position quite poignantly. In the meantime, Universal is keeping a tight lid on the project.... Craig T. Nelson, Tom Cruise and newcomer Lea Thompson star in All the Right Moves, the tale of a high school athlete (Cruise) trying to get a football scholarship. Thompson plays his girlfriend; Nelson is his coach.... Word has it that Jon Voight will star in the film adaptation of William Wharton's best-selling novel Dad....Norman Cousins' autobiographical Anatomy of an Illness will be a made-for-TV movie starring Ed Asner, Eli Wallach and M*A*S*H'SDavid Ogden Stiers.... Also set for TV biopic treatment is the life of Anwar Sadat, with Louis Gossett, Jr., in the lead.... Set for a September start date is Callas (Maria, not Charlie), with Sophia Loren portraying the late opera star. Ken Russell will direct from his own script.... Conan the Barbarian will undergo the sequel treatment with Conan, King of Thieves.Arnold Schwarzenegger will return, though I'm told that the follow-up will be lighter than the original.... And Universal recently announced that Steven Spielberg will have some "association" with its production of Schindler's List. Nobody's quite sure what that means, but rumor has it he'll be either the gaffer or the grip.
Recently, I have experienced a sexual problem that I haven't seen discussed before. I am 24 and very active in sports and consider myself in good physical shape. The problem occurs after I have my first orgasm. After the normal waiting period, I can attain another erection without any problem. However, my sensitivity diminishes greatly. It usually takes 25 to 35 minutes before I reach another orgasm. But because I am not as sensitive, I sometimes have difficulty keeping the erection. I satisfy my partner, because she usually has two or three orgasms during the second round, but I just don't feel very much in my penis and start losing interest because of that lack of feeling. Any advice?--J. H., Columbia, South Carolina.
As the battle of the sexes rages on, we turn to the question of stamina and energy. In the bedroom, that is, not in the gym. Who has more, men or women? It will come as no surprise to you that our Playmates have some thoughts on this subject.
What to make of a bawdy sailor who revolutionized cable television? How to react to a millionaire baseball-team owner whose antics get him more press attention than any of his players? What about this fast-living swash-buckler who wants to turn America into his own vision of goodness and family virtue? Who is this guy, anyway?
It was not my intention to deal with the much-talked-about but rarely reported dark side of Ted Turner's personality. I went South to explore the revolution in American television that Turner has sparked nearly single-handedly. He is one of the entrepreneurial giants of our time. His talent lies not necessarily in the conception of a new product--Home Box Office beat him to the notion of full-time satellite relay, and others before him had dreamed about a round-the-clock news operation. But it is Turner's willingness to commit body, soul and wallet--his own money!--to an untested idea that defines his unique contribution to American productivity today.
In the fading darkness, the small boats, 12 in all, were dragged into the water from the camp on Southwest Cay. Masts were stepped quickly and the sails unfurled in the silence of the coral lagoon. Wind-filled and ghost-white, they rounded the leeward edge of the cay and scattered in all directions across the fishing banks.
For many years, Fort Lauderdale was a sleepy little oceanside town. Then it started to host an annual Ivy League spring swim meet. The swimmers started bringing their girlfriends, their roommates, their cousins--even total strangers--and the words forming on everyone's lips were, "Hey, Bud, let's party." And so, throughout each successive year, the party kept growing. The onslaught begins in early spring--and as the colleges up North stagger their spring breaks, more and more students stagger onto the warm beaches down South. At Fort Lauderdale, though, the party continues all year long. The locus of all this hilarity is The Strip--a necklace of bars along Route A1A: Summers, Candy Store, The Button. Those are their current names; the management reserves the right to change titles without notice. Floridians--even temporary ones--don't require much of an occasion to throw a party. During the spring, the advent of daylight is sufficient reason for one to spontaneously combust. Girls, as you may already have discovered, behave differently on vacation. And Fort Lauderdale offers an opportunity for young female students to explore a new relationship between themselves and their breasts. That process is encouraged by their male colleagues, who, as students themselves, think of college and its vacations as fountains of knowledge where everyone goes to drink.
It was a warm and clear spring day in Detroit, but for Bill Trerice, even the sunniest day seemed dark. He had just gotten off the graveyard shift at Chrysler and had made his regular pilgrimage to Henry Ford Hospital to visit his wife, Irene, who lay dying of uterine cancer. Afterward, drained and tired, Bill dropped in on his daughter Valerie, a licensed practical nurse who lived near the hospital. It was to be a pleasant visit--Valerie and her husband had been a source of comfort during Irene's illness. They were chatting in the kitchen when the phone rang.
It begins with a taxi ride to the West Village in Manhattan, near the docks. Medieval map makers would have marked this space with fire-breathing dragons. To the north and the south are wide streets and warehouses; to the west, the Hudson River. During the day, the area is a center of commerce. At night, it is something else again.
The truly discriminating drinker, who is no stranger to champagne for breakfast, a midmorning gin fizz or an aperitif before lunch, has a natural affinity with beer. He is eclectic and cosmopolitan, and so is beer. Only now are its secrets and its diversity being revealed. Having been overshadowed far too long by the strutting Latin and Gallic hauteur afforded to wine, beer has escaped from its own Teutonic dourness to proclaim its eclecticism and its cosmopolitanism on the world's stage. The new blossoming of beer is a phenomenon in many Western countries, including such traditional homelands as Germany, Holland and Great Britain. Even in the United States, the established malty favorites (continued on page 164)Beer Chic(continued from page 91) suddenly have a lot of company. Heineken, the original import, paved the way for its Dutch compatriot Grolsch. From France (albeit the German-speaking part), Kronenbourg and Fischer have made their entrance. Beck's and St. Pauli Girl, from the north of Germany, meet Dortmunder Kronen and D.A.B. from the west and Würzburger from the south. There are imports from more distant places, too, such as Kirin (Japan), Foster's (Australia) and Steinlager (New Zealand). Nor is all the action among the imports. There was a time when Miller High Life was thought by some to have too haughty an image. No longer. Now Budweiser's smart sister, Michelob, Schlitz's Erlanger and Stroh's Signature make grander claims.
Carina persson was here. We know because we have the pictures. The restless Swede did deplane in L.A. on her way home to Colorado from New Zealand, where she had flown from Tahiti, where she had flown from Hawaii. It was a rainy day in Los Angeles and she shivered like a bird too early for spring.
A woman who had taken a part-time job to help make ends meet refused to tell her husband just what her work was. While she was away from home one Saturday afternoon, her husband took their young daughter to the supermarket and asked her what brand of cereal he should buy.
If E.T. Had Tuned in to Earth's short-wave-radio spectrum instead of landing in a California suburb, he could have learned everything he needed to know about our planet and avoided all the mess. While he was busy collecting samples of bushes, the British Broadcasting Company was broadcasting an intelligent overview of world events. Radio Moscow was interviewing a Soviet scientist in English on a biological breakthrough and Radio Australia was sending out musical sounds recorded earlier that day in a pub. To tap into that living library, earthlings have their choice of about two dozen new, consumer-oriented short-wave receivers on the market. Some are small enough to get lost in a suitcase and many--both portable and desktop models--sport sophisticated features adapted from expensive receivers that only Government agencies can afford. But today, the consumer versions are sensitive, relatively inexpensive and easier to use than a lot of the stereo gear on the market.
Just when you thought it was numbing to traipse through another art gallery, here's a show of erotic fantasies by some of the world's most successful artists. The illustrations in this mini-exhibit are from The Blue Book, distributed by Grove Press, New York. Longtime Playboy readers will recognize in the book the styles of Lou Brooks, Dennis Mukai, Robert Grossman, Katsu Yoshida, Jean-Paul Goude, Andy Warhol, Mel Ramos and Allen Jones. The point of the collection is to underscore the fact that when artists think about sex, they're not always wearing straight faces. And no wonder. Sex doesn't always happen between somber people. There's often a lot of smiling going on. And there's even more of it going on in our fantasy lives. Consider the not-so-irrational appeal of really big red lips. You know, wet ones. They set the mind to working. As does a close-cropped view of a wonderfully feminine backside streaked by sunlight and shadowed by Venetian blinds. Or a ballerina who is obviously undaunted by the stress required to accomplish the self-absorption she seeks so passionately. Why do whirling red shoes seem appropriate to a particular torso? Or a hand interrupting an otherwise placid still life? These artists let us in on their unique secrets and, in the process, they help us create our own.
Robert Crane cornered the constantly touring Jan Stephenson at her home in Fort Worth, Texas. He reports: "Besides being one of the top money earners on the women's golf tour, Jan is the sexiest woman athlete in professional sports. She reminds me of an Olivia Newton-John--only made out of bricks. To clear up an image problem in her native Australia, Jan had a television crew film a portion of our interview as part of a special to be televised back home. I think she's afraid of becoming too Americanized."
When you see your favorite N.F.L. team play its first game this year, be sure to have a copy of its latest player-personnel list at hand--otherwise you may never figure out who's doing what to whom. Player turnover will be greater this year than in any other season in the history of the game.
You get a spectacular view from Sybil Danning's living room, a panorama that stretches from the Hollywood sign on the hills to the anemic skyline of downtown Los Angeles and westward, on an exceptionally clear day, to the Pacific Ocean. It's a view worthy of the late Jean Harlow, who owned the house back when the L.A. skyline was even less interesting than it is today. There's something else you might have seen one recent (text continued on page 133) day from that living room--a fight. Not Ali--Frazier but enough of a scuffle to prove that Sybil is one woman who's not afraid of getting physical to achieve what she wants.
Golly, Daddy, it's nice of you to show us around.We're just in time for The Loveland Parade. It's the kind I always wanted to see when I was a kid ... Flowery Floats, Zany Clowns and Drum Majorettes without any Panties.Time to mate, mate.Aye, Aye, sir.Hey, I'm the first mate!When you're through, I've got another one for you.
When the Russians launched Sputnik, there was a change in our national priorities. The result was a man on the moon--and Tang. Something similar has happened to the Japanese cycle industry. The American Motorcycle Association decreed that the superbike category in road racing be limited to production bikes with displacement limits of 750 c.c. for fours (1000 c.c. for twins). By changing the rules, the A.M.A. hoped to bring back the privateer. Japan responded. The technological lens was focused on the 750 class to produce a breed of race-bred bikes that attack like birds of prey.
Now that we've all gotten over the fact that great stereo fidelity can come out of a box not much bigger than a cigarette pack, the men who let you take the music with you are thinking of ways to further improve portable sound. Some second-generation personal stereos can be recharged. Others have miniature video games built in (perhaps in case you twist your ankle in the park and want something to play with while you're waiting for an ambulance), act as the guts of a car stereo or come with detachable speakers for social listening. There are even models built for speed as well as for comfort--units that contain an antivibration feature that cushions the mechanism from the punishment and the loss of audio fidelity brought about by a jogger's pounding feet. We'd say the aural fixation is with us to stay.
The Sandinistas, Nicaragua's Revolutionary Leaders, speak out on the U.S. "War" against them, their ties to Cuba and Russia, their plans for Central America and their personal lives in a rare Playboy Interview