DAVE EDMUNDS TWANGS FOR ONE
There were hundreds of non-profit organization-type people walking around the United Nations ballroom dressed in cocktail gowns and evening suits. They munched smoked salmon canapes, drank white wine and Perrier, and looked somewhat confused as two large projection screens broadcast videos of the benefit concert for Kampuchea relief.
DAVE EDMUNDS TWANGS FOR ONE
FEATURES
by
Toby Goldstein
There were hundreds of non-profit organization-type people walking around the United Nations ballroom dressed in cocktail gowns and evening suits. They munched smoked salmon canapes, drank white wine and Perrier, and looked somewhat confused as two large projection screens broadcast videos of the benefit concert for Kampuchea relief. Paul McCartney and Wings or Queen they knew. The others, huh?
Even the couple dozen rock critics and promoids, relishing the first good-tasting press party in a dog’s age, got dressed up. Well, you don’t amble into the U.N, looking like an untamed terrorist unless you want to experience true grief. The music contingent tugged at their ties and concentrated on footage featuring the Clash, the Who, Elvis Costello and Rockpile.