Deep in the heart of Texan Stacy Sanches there was a dream to become Playmate of the Year. Guess what? Her dream came true. Attention cybernerds: Stacy likes to cruise the Net with last year's PMOY, Julie Cialini. Her pictorial, shot by Stephen Wayda, is a full-color user profile.
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In a world of lame lyrics, lazy melodies and silly love songs, Aimee Mann's I'm With Stupid (DGC) gives pop songwriting a boost. Best known for the early MTV staple Voices Carry with her former band Til Tuesday, Los Angeles–based Mann has built a career on solid, often inspired craftsmanship.
Wayne Kramer, MC5's lead guitarist, didn't make a solo album for 20 years after his band broke up. Now he's made his second solo album in a year, Dangerous Madness (Epitaph). Kramer emerges as a master storyteller whose vision encompasses the deterioration of America in general and Detroit in particular, beatnik poetry, Chuck Berry's dreams, the perils of dope and the splendor and terror of Kramer's own childhood. Plus, he remains the prototypical punk-metal guitar-slinger. Is this what a mature MC5 would have sounded like? God, I hope so.
The Tony Rich Project's debut, Words (LaFace/Arista), attempts to bring back nuanced singing and songwriting to R&B. Rich composed much of his material on guitar, which lends a country-folk quality to songs such as Ghost, Leavin' and the devotional Little Ones. In fact, at his best, Rich recalls a young Lionel Richie—soulful country and pop. Words is both a sophisticated and an unstereo-typical debut.
Despite all its speed and intensity, most metal from the past decade doesn't swing. It plods, maybe inspiring head-banging but nothing in the hip area. Sepultura, a Brazilian four-piece band, comes to the rescue with Roots (Road-runner) by incorporating some of its roots in the form of African and South American percussion. Not that Sepultura is going to be the soundtrack for anyone's ballroom dancing. But it's a thrill to hear some different beats under the roaring guitars and just-caught-my-foot-in-the-lawn-mower vocals. They also do a great job with dynamics, alternating pure metal assault with acoustic experiments. And in a welcome trend toward political awareness, vocalist Max Calavera screams about the genocide of tribal peoples and the assassination of Chico Mendes (who tried to organize rubber workers in the rain forest). Most touching cut: Itsari, recorded in the jungle with the Xavante warrior tribe. Most stirring cut: Ratamahatta, with spectacular Brazilian percussionist Carlinhos Brown sitting in. There's plenty to think about, but traditionalists can still bang their heads.
East L.A.'s Los Lobos were no longer kids by the time punk scenesters told the world about them in 1983. La Bamba made their name, but they never fit into any pigeonholes. They were roots or rockabilly, but more than anything, they were a quality arena-rock band who broke too late.
Ex-Police guitarist Andy Summers introduced avant-garde ideas to pop that were tart and tasteful. His solo albums have been equally adventurous. Since Miles Davis, almost no one has successfully fused the smarts of jazz with the attitude of rock. On his latest solo effort, Synaesthesia (CMP), Summers does just that and more. With the help of Cream's Ginger Baker, he integrates musical genres that are barely on speaking terms. Monk Hangs Ten combines the relentless drive of surf punk with the arcane intricacy of Thelonious Monk. Cubano Rebop could almost be Ornette Coleman. The magnificent Meshes of the Afternoon has the searing feel of Jimi Hendrix working through a particularly tricky Mingus composition. Summers has served up an exotic brew that might even have made Miles smile.
The Miles Davis–Gil Evans collaborations of the Fifties and Sixties raised Miles' and Gil's careers to new heights and created some of the most romantic and unsentimental recordings in jazz. The six-CD Complete Columbia Studio Recordings (Columbia) recaps the brilliant synergy of dates such as Sketches of Spain and Miles Ahead, then digs beneath the surface with informative alternate takes. We've waited too long for this one.
Ruby Braff is a cornetist in his late 60s who respects the melody and not much else. Ellis Larkins is an equally seasoned pianist who can accommodate strong-minded players like Braff without kowtowing to them. On Calling Berlin, Volume 1 (Arbors, 800-299-1930) these two old pros honor 15 Irving Berlin songs. The combination of material and attitude is exquisite.
The Name Game Department: OK, you have a garage, you have a bass player, but you don't have a cool name. Call up the WWW site Kilroy Moot's Devotronic Bandbox (http://www.ict.org~kanis/band/) and you should be able to come up with something. Butthole Surfers is already taken.
Mandy Barnett (Asylum) comes from a dazzlingly gifted 20-year-old singer. Barnett spent a couple of years playing Patsy Cline onstage, but she's not a Cline imitator—she's her legacy. The music is unquestionably country, but she has the melodic sense of a pop singer and preternatural interpretative gifts. The songs here range from the traditional Wayfaring Stranger to Willie Nelson's classic Three Days to good new ones from Jim Lauderdale, Kostas, Kelly Willis and Rodney Crowell. Barnett makes the commonplace A Simple I Love You sound like an exuberant Buddy Holly leftover, while Lauderdale's considerably more exotic Planet of Love is enticing. Barnett has grace and energy. The throaty intensity with which she delivers ballads and the expert way she balances a feel for pop melody without sacrificing any Southernness are remarkable.
I Feel Alright (Warner/E2) is the finest record of Steve Earle's career. Less than two years ago, he was in jail and detox. Now 41, Earle has beaten a 26-year heroin addiction, and his passion isn't diminished by his clear vision. Earle delivers knockout punches on the gnarly confessional title track and on You're Still Standin' There, a duet with Lucinda Williams. The gospel group Fairfield Four guest stars on the wrenching ballad Valentine's Day. Although Nashville gave up on Earle, he came back with music of redemption, hope and honor, music unlike anything else in country rock.
A Story about moving from London to the Sussex countryside back in the Thirties, director John Schlesinger's ColdComfort Farm (Gramercy) is an eccentric and endearing English comedy. Adapted by Malcolm Bradbury from Stella Gibbons' modern classic, the wry film version stars lovely Kate Beckinsale (best remembered for Much Ado About Nothing). Beckinsale plays Flora Poste, the tidy, indomitable heroine who goes to live with her morally and physically unkempt country cousins and turns their lives upside down. The titular farm is headed by matriarchal Ada Doom (Sheila Burrell), who has been a traumatized recluse since childhood, when she saw "something nasty in the woodshed." The topline supporting cast includes Eileen Atkins, Ian McKellen, Joanna Lumley and Rufus Sewell, all contributing fine comic bits. How a single-minded young lady uses cool common sense to dispel utter chaos is the gist of Cold Comfort Farm, and Schlesinger makes it worth a warm welcome. [rating]3-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
An actor whose face is more familiar than his name, Xander Berkeley, 40, works nonstop on what he calls "small roles in big movies, or bigger roles in small movies that no one will ever see." His recent biggies include Apollo 13 (he's the pushy PR man), Leaving Las Vegas (the cab driver who picks up Elisabeth Shue after she's raped) and Heat (the guy caught sleeping with Al Pacino's estranged wife). "I've been nasty in a lot of things," he says. He's nasty again in A Family Thing (as an enraged customer who goes ballistic on Robert Duvall). "Here I am in the movies, fighting with Pacino and Duvall," muses Berkeley, "two actors I have worshiped for years."
Recording legend Ray Charles sees qualities in a great film that escape most of us. "I like dialogue and characterization strong enough that you always know what's going on," reports the singer. So if you want Ray to show up at your next screening party, pick a video with substance. "Most films nowadays are just a lot of action and car chases," he notes. But the dialogue of Hitchcock's Psycho or The Birds sends chills up his spine—"even without the visuals." Adds Ray: "I love Bogart's voice and his approach to a role. And folks such as Bette Davis and Dean Martin also had individual sounds as unique to the ear as Ellington's band." But in the end, Ray insists, good cinema is in the mind's eye: "Like, man, you don't have to actually see Citizen Kane to enjoy it."
Just what you need in an election year: more hot air. Then again, MPI's The Speeches Collection is the ultimate compendium of famous oratory—from the noble (Lincoln, Churchill) to the notorious (Hitler, Nixon) to the hallowed (John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr.). New additions to the talkfest include the speeches of Jimmy Carter, Nelson Mandela and Gerald Ford. (Ford made speeches?).... Thanks to Shanachie Entertainment, the compelling stories from PBS' American Experience series are now available for rewind. Among the latest offerings: Edison's Miracle of Light, the remarkable journey of the father of electricity from Wizard of Menlo Park to industry outcast over his endorsement of the electric chair; and Murder of the Century, the dark story behind the infamous killing of architect Stanford White by railroad heir Harry Thaw over the affections of Evelyn Nesbit. A true tabloid nail-biter, 88 years before O.J.
MGM/UA's deluxe edition of Goldfinger proves once and for all that the 64-karat 1964 thriller may be the best Bond film ever. In addition to its elegant, letter-boxed transfer, the $100 package includes: the TV and radio spots that primed the public for 007-mania, home movies shot outside the Fort Knox set and two shorts that give the lowdown on everything from Bond's car to Pussy Galore's name.... Buckle up: America's Greatest Roller Coaster Thrills in 3-D (Image, $40) puts you in the front seat of 14 coasters from around the country— including the Viper at Six Flags Magic Mountain, the Kumba at Busch Gardens in Tampa and the Cyclone on Coney Island. The package comes with four pairs of viewing glasses—but, sorry, no barf bag.
Steve Erickson is an impressive literary talent in search of the right form for his complex vision. Each of his previous four novels—Days Between Stations, Rubicon Beach, Tours of the Black Clock and Arc d'X—embraces a different mode of storytelling. In his latest, Amnesiascope (Henry Holt), he offers a rambling, Henry Milleresque confessional that is daring if not perfect.
What man does not tremble with fear as the month of June begins? Winter is well behind us, the girls look glorious in their thong bikinis and male horniness knows no bounds. So why are men afraid of June? For starters, take a look at those movies called Father of the Bride (parts I and II) and you will see what haunts us.
I am surprised that the Advisor doubted the two women who wrote to say their husbands made love to them while asleep. I've been told by several women that I do this, and I believe them. In the future, you may want to offer my explanation: Sleepbonking is most likely to occur during the first third of the night, during the period of deepest sleep. For people prone to such behavior, alcohol will increase its likelihood. One should not be afraid to rebuke narco-sexual advances, for the person initiating them is not lucid enough to have his feelings hurt. Besides, he may just think that he's getting it on with the woman of his dreams!—D.A., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
During a recent five-day, sold-out stand in Los Angeles, Dennis Miller fine-tuned material that eventually became part of his HBO comedy special "Citizen Arcane." The audience was wildly enthusiastic. No one seemed to care that during most of his set, Miller kept glancing nervously at his shirt pocket. Crib notes? Not likely. Miller's one-liners are like paragraphs from a pop culture encyclopedia, and cue cards could never keep up.
Back in 1994 anyone cruising Usenet groups, listservs and Web pages could easily pick up, along with more conventional information treasures, steamy servings of sex, drugs and raunch and roll on the Net. And, although the threat of censors seemed imminent, conservative groups that railed about racy library books displayed, surprisingly, little interest in the Net.
The second thing you notice about Pandora Peaks is her eyes. They're green—a deep, sea green a man can drown in. But we suspect her eyes weren't the reason she was given a role in Striptease, with Demi Moore and Burt Reynolds. In real life, Pandora is well known in strip-club circles. In the movie, she plays the serendipitously named Urbana Sprawl, who teaches Moore how to undress for success.
This year, below-the-knee surfing jams just won't float. One look that will are square-cut trunks that are high on the thigh and low on the waist, such as the Lycra faille suit at far right, by Gottex Men ($52). Or check out nylon soccer-style trunks. The yellow ones with the side stripe pictured here are by Diesel ($120). Board shorts, such as the lightweight nylon model from Polo Sport by Ralph Lauren ($33) at near right, take a retro spin, while the surfer trunks at left, by Gene Meyer ($135), are an updated version of the Sixties beach bum look.
In december 1980 Mark Chapman shot and killed John Lennon. In January 1981 Ronald Reagan was sworn in as president. There's a start for a decade. Additionally, Led Zeppelin drummer John Bonham died, and the group that invented heavy metal broke up. On the positive side, New York City's coke-fueled club Studio 54 closed its doors. There were several musical revolutions going on in the late Seventies that would lead to the rock of the Eighties.
Long before Victoria and Calvin blew the cover off under-things, Playboy was celebrating the joys of lingerie. We regularly filled our pages with models getting into—and out of—things that go snap, buckle and swish in the night. In July 1985 we got a leg up on the new stocking craze with a pictorial called Sheer Madness, a paean to gams and the silk they come in. With a nod to June brides everywhere, we offer a shot from that collection—featuring the groom with a view.
Don Simpson, his friends said, would have personally selected the poster-sized picture of himself resting on an easel at the entrance to Morton's. As the crowd of studio executives, talent agents, stars and hangers-on trooped into the West Hollywood hangout for Simpson's memorial, the first image they saw was the photo of Don—sleek and tanned, his Levi's tight, his shirt wrapped snugly around his chest, a sly, cocky, bad-boy grin on his face.
Karin Taylor orders the Black Angus burger and french fries with sour cream. The waiter in the trendy-to-the-max trattoria in Miami's South Beach raises his eyebrows a millimeter and goes back to the kitchen. "I'm just two self-help books away from being perfect," says Miss June. "That's close enough for now." Helping herself must be in her chromosomes. When Karin decided to apply for a job at Disney World she didn't ask her father, a former Disney executive, to oil the wheels. She told the family that she was going to the mall for the day—a white lie she still blushes about—but instead lined up at Disney's employment office. Her time in Mickey's kingdom, as a dancer at Cinderella's Ball, was followed by a spell as a lifeguard at a water park. At 19, with no training, Karin began modeling lingerie and swimwear after being signed up by Michele Pommier, who runs the hottest modeling agency in Miami. It was Pommier who encouraged Karin to take the plunge into the business world as a publisher. Two years ago Karin produced the first edition of the Fashion Industry Travel Guide, a nationwide directory of essential services for the trade. A 1996 edition is slated for the fall. Where she finds time is anyone's guess. Later this year she's off to South Africa on a two-month modeling assignment. Last year it was six weeks on the Greek Islands. "My most recent boyfriend is an airline pilot," Karin says. "We were an ideal match because we were both on the move, but he flew away." A little sigh. What kind of man does she prefer? "Oh, he'd have to be the way I am—always pushing himself to do the things he's afraid of. But outgoing. Not like me, not shy." Noted.—Reg Potterton
The flight from Shanghai to Tucson usually takes three hours, but our space shuttle goes into a holding pattern over the Pacific. I watch the curve of the earth and the blueness of the water and think to myself that this is an incredible view.
You may want to work on your washboard stomach and buns of steel this summer, because body-conscious suits will be the big news in menswear for fall. Showing up in both single-breasted and double-breasted forms, this slick style combines slim-fitted jackets and pants (mostly flat-front) that range from trim to tubular. But it's more than just the cut that counts. To accentuate the lean look, designers combine stretchy synthetic fibers, such as spandex and Lycra, with superfine wools. The result is a sophisticated silhouette that's easy on the eyes yet doesn't compromise when it comes to comfort.
She met Hef at a party and, out of politeness, didn't mention she'd never heard of his magazine. "I didn't want to hurt his feelings," she recalls. Just 18, Joyce Nizzari of Miami soon found herself wearing green sunglasses and a bikini made of Rabbit Head emblems on our July 1958 cover. By December of that year she was a Playmate. A brief film career followed, including roles with Tony Curtis in The Great Race and with Frank Sinatra in A Hole in the Head. After living in Hawaii for more than two decades, Joyce recently followed her son and daughter to Los Angeles. She still sees Hef at the Mansion, and she's still polite.
Sure, you can tell the tax man that "office homework" justifies your $2000 computer write-off. But we all know that playtime is the real reason people are buying PCs these days. Whether you're spinning a CD-ROM adventure, surfing the Net or going 18 holes online, fun is now just a mouse-click away. To show you how to get maximum entertainment mileage out of your PC, we've devised a list of ten top computer tricks. To enjoy them, you'll need a fairly powerful system—that is, one with a Pentium or Power PC processor, a sound card, stereo speakers, a CD-ROM drive and a high-resolution monitor. You'll also need a modem (the faster the better) and a Web browser, such as Netscape Navigator or Microsoft's Internet Explorer. Armed with these tools, you can boost both sides of your brain, save yourself money and satisfy all kinds of curiosities—wholesome or otherwise. Here's how.
She thought the earth had moved. "Did you feel that? Was it just me?" Sitting in an office in Los Angeles, sipping coffee, Julia Louis-Dreyfus simply wanted reassurance that another earthquake wasn't in the offing. It wasn't. The thing that has moved—to the top of the ratings—is the hit sitcom "Seinfeld," on which she co-stars as the bounteously coiffed, attractively dysfunctional Elaine Benes. Louis-Dreyfus often says that Elaine should get better friends, but, as the show moves into its final season, it's clear that Jerry, George and Kramer have served her well.
This is a story about dreams—and a dream come true. Night after night, beginning about 15 months ago, Stacy Sanches had a recurring dream. A telephone would ring; when Stacy answered, the person on the other end would tell her she had been named Playmate of the Year. "The past few months I was dreaming about it all the time," she reports. "I'd tell my mom, 'I had the dream again last night. What if it's wrong?' "
The night before Bill Clinton lifted his electronic pen to make online sex illegal, I knew what had to be done. It was time for one last romp before the government began handing out two-year jail terms and $250,000 fines.
The first portable cellular phones looked like bricks and were nearly as heavy. But it would be hard to talk on anything smaller than the four models pictured here. Each is roughly the size of a deck of playing cards, weighs less than seven ounces and is loaded with great features. Motorola's Startac, for example, uses exclusive fraud-fighting technology, and two ultraslim batteries increase talk time from the standard 90 minutes to four hours. If your contact list is long, the Sony and Panasonic models store up to 99 phone numbers (the latter also has a memo function for recording brief messages and reminders). And the Nokia goes for style, offering its 232 cellular phone in a variety of colors, including tortoiseshell (below), indigo and raging red.