For better or (much) worse, it seems that rock and video are in the process of tying the knot in a big way. (Rumors that the two HAD to get hitched are unsubstantiated and beyond the scope of this column, anyway.) Recently, however, there have been signs of a third partner in this groovy menage a trois.

Hollywood.

Now rock and Hollywood have been flirting for a long time, ever since the days of The Blackboard Jungle. There have been hard days' nights, juvenile delinquent wrecks, beach blanket bombs, psychedelic trip^flieks, strawberry statements—a thousand-and-one low-budget drivein fantasies capitalizing on a ready market for loud music, teenage angst, and perky breasts.