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V âlmist 23 For Ai Caii -, #-' V • 2—TOWNSHIPS WEEK—FRIDAY, AUGUST 23, 1985 m Your own wine cellar only takes imagination Lennoxville firemen William Pettigrew (left) with a museum-quality, 20-year-old airpack, and Marc Yergeau with a new replacement.Group sings to help firefighters LENNOXVILLE — The Lennoxville volunteer firemen’s association is getting together with the Eastern Townships’ largest amateur musical group to put on a concert Saturday that promises something good for everbody — including the firemen.Les 4-Temps, over 90 voices and 300 costumes strong, will bring its own brand of variety entertainment to the stage of Centennial Theatre at Bishop’s University for a Saturday evening of fun for the entire family.The musical troupe is working for free, and after sound and light equipment rental costs are covered, the rest of the money raised will go to the firemen to help purchase six new portable emergency breathing “airpacks” for use in fires and chemical spills.The new equipment won’t be a luxury for the firefighters, who held a press conference this week to talk about their project.As- sociation president Brian Montgomery and firemen Jim Davidson, Frank Wilson and François Gilbert were among those who spoke.The compressed-air backpacks and masks now used by the Lennoxville volunteer fire department are over 20 years old and the company that makes them wants to put one in its historical museum.The new $1400 units they want to buy are lighter, safer, more reliable and easier to operate than the old ones.You can still get replacement parts for them as well.Town council “sort of went overboard” on spending this year, said safety committee chairman councillor Duncan Bruce, by buying 25 new helmets and 12 fire coats for the volunteers.Left out in the cold concerning their ancient airpacks, the firemen offered to raise half the money themselves.At $8 a pop, they’ll need a full house to come THEATRE North Hatley, Quebec AUGUST 8 — AUGUST 24 ANGEL OF DEATH Written by Raymond Storey Directed by Perry Schneiderman "Alice will be just fine.if she doesn't open the attic door".Tues.-Fri.8:30 p.m.Wed.Matinée 2:00 p.m.Sat.6:00 & 9:30 p.m.Country Suppers (Reservations only) =•' iûM» up with their share of the purchase price.This is where Les 4-Temps come in.“We are definitely not a choir,” said cast member Suzanne Beauvais.“We put on a real musical review.We do many different types of music, singing, dancing and smiling in French and English.” The group has more requests to put on fund-raising shows than it has time for, but manages to make a number of charitable appearances each year.“We are very happy to be participating; fire prevention is a matter everyone should take seriously, and the equipment is important,” added 4-Temps singer Ann-Louise Carson.So, of course, is having a good time.Which is what you’ll have if you show up at Centennial Theatre at 8:30 Saturday night.TICKETS FOR THE LENNOXVILLE FIREMEN’S $-TEMPS CONCERT ARE AVAILABLE AT THE BISHOP’S BOX OFFICE, CHARLIE’S SMOKED MEAT, PHARMAPOP CA-DIEUX AND THE ADDITION.Recently, I came upon an article in the German Wine Review which, among other things, pointed out that wine enthusiasts today often overlook Germany’s excellent white wines when considering what they will put aside for the future.It struck me at the time, that the lack of consideration of Rhine or Mosel wines was probably three-fold.First, and easily the most important, is the fact that most of us don’t even have a wine cellar.With our highly mobile society and the dramatic increase in the number of apartment dwellers, fewer and fewer North Americans are inclined to set up a cellar where good wine may rest relatively undisturbed until it reaches maturity.A second consideration is the problem of cash.Even in today’s affluent society there is a reluctance to invest in something that will not provide gratification -and then only fleetingly — for 10 or possibly 20 years.The final problem rests on the growers and producers themselves.Dramatic increases in the cost and production of fine wine coupled with the financial burden of long storage has forced many growers to produce wines fit for immediate consumption.Seldom do we find wines on the shelves of the provincial liquor outlets that are suitable for long-term storage and when we do, they are almost always quite pricey .well almost always.Just as surely as the three restrictions mentioned above are indeed valid, they are not insurmountable.It is surprisingly easy to find a suitable, if not large, storage space for wine even in an apartment.A bedroom closet, an unused cupboard, the basement storage room, all can be converted Wine Bits By TIMOTHY BELFORD with a little imagination and a minimum of effort.What is important in all cases, is that the space be relatively dark, of a constant temperature and generally free of traffic.The second and third problems can be solved with a better knowledge of wine and a little judicious shopping.For example.The 1961 Barolo, one of Italy’s finest and longest-lived wines, was available in 1977 at a little over $4.00 a bottle.If you could find one now, it would li kely be at its peak and would cost, depending upon the producer, upward of $25.00 a bottle.Not a bad investment.Just as interesting, from the point of view of a wine cellar, is the 1975 vintage in Germany.At the time, I found a marked difference between the 1975 and the 1976 with my preference being with the ’76.However, time has proven the 1975 to be a better wine for storage and a wise buyer at the time was able to purchase many excellent wines for what now appears to have been an incredibly cheap price.The above-noted examples are only two of many which illustrate that the laying down of wine does not have to be restricted to fine Bordeaux and to those of us with a six-figure income.As a matter of fact, with a little planning and a little education, you too can have a “wine cellar”.Cheers! Or Write Box 390, North Hatley, Quebec, JOB 2CO Dominick Auto Sport Ltee 819-842-2191 Route 143 • Bromptonville 567-4008 - 846-2751 Dominick Dallaire owner TOWNSHIPS WEEK—FRIDAY, AUGUST 23.1985—3 Egg-decorating a celebration of “the good life” By Laurel Sherrer SOUTH BOLTON — When Ja-nina Grygar’s fifth grade teacher asked the class to bring in a decorated Easter egg from home, sometime around 1920, the little girl’s mother had to show some ingenuity, since the family couldn’t afford such frivolities as paint for Easter eggs.She made do by boiling onion skins to produce a deep rusty brown dye, onto which Janina scratched designs in white with a broken knife.It may not have been as colorful as some of the other children’s creations, but Janina showed such skill and creativity with her limited resources that the tea- “Then I said ‘Oh my goodness, what am I going to do with it’,” she said.But she soon came up with a design worthy of the ostrich’s prodigious effort.Spending three to five hours a day for about three months measuring, scratching white lines and painting, she created something “for all Canadians”: the crests of the ten provinces, along with the provincial flowers and red maple leaves, all in minute detail, right down to the hairs of the British lion’s mane.“I didn’t realize it would be so hard,” she said.“In the middle I said, ‘no, I’m not going to finish it’.” But she did.Now she would like to have a cher applauded her, and egg de- chance to present her master corating became her lifetime hobby.She makes thousands of intricately designed eggs every year, she says, each taking a minimum of five hours.And she still loves it.The designs come completely from her head, Grygar says, and often develop as she works.“If I start to cut and I don’t know what’s coming to my mind, sometimes it’s funny to see what happens,” she said in her halting English.One exception to this rule is her most ambitious project which she has recently completed.ON A WHIM She had this whim to decorate the world’s largest egg.So she ob-tained an ostrich egg shell for $20.piece to the prime minister on behalf of all Canadians and for all Canadians.And she would like eventually to see it in a museum, where people can appreciate it.Grygar grew up in Poland, but she says her craft is not a particularly Polish art form, nor does she borrow the techniques of the Ukrainians, who are famous for egg decorating.“This is my own way,” she said.“I didn’t learn it from anybody.” HOURS OF DETAILING She still starts with a basic background color, and then scratches in the white areas with a knife.But now that’s only the beginning.Hours of painstaking detailing with special, fastdrying oil paints follow.“But, you know, you have to have some talent,” she said.“You have to have patience, and you have to like it.” Some influential people have received eggs designed by her as gifts, mostly through a friend who used to buy a hundred every Easter to send to cabinet ministers and others.Among her keepsakes are letters of thanks from the various recipients, including former prime minister Pierre Trudeau, and one from John Diefenbaker.“This one is my treasure,” she said.Having worked as a painter for a Montreal firm for eight years, producing 60 paintings a week, Grygar is retired now, and does her painting and egg decorating at her own pace, mostly just for gifts, or for her own enjoyment.She has lived in South Bolton for the last 15 years, and says her desire to create comes partly out of knowing “how to appreciate the good life”.After having her first husband killed when the Russians moved into Poland, spending over two years in exile in Siberia with her children, and ten years moving from country to country until she found a permanent home in the Eastern Townships, the life here is something to celebrate.After painting on a basic color, the next step is to scratch in th parts, which Grygar always does free-hand.ELITE PLYMOUTH CHRYSLER INC.2 MINUTES FROM BREATHTAKING DISCOUNTS $$$ \M0 ON ALL ’85 MODELS DISCOUNT 85 ’700.Secontf • Plymouth Horizon Plymouth Turismo • Plymouth Reliant • Lazer Daytona • Chrysler GTS Lancer • Chrysler New Yorker • Chrysler Fifth Avenue Pick Up Dodge '700."and >854.Hits HQU**.OF CO»4**OW CANAOA fc >*r Mt&H U €?.**:¦ AC .M.* April 10, 19 7 8 Dear Mrs.Grygar: Mr.Stanesykowski has sent me a most attractive Baster Egg, hand"painted by you Tvon Beliveou Sonny Henderson T want to thank you warmly for this artistic example of your «tri; thi* *if t it* ry muv U CAU: 564-1122 arf-»- 1 RIGHT HOW! With «v«ry good wtah, | y«Hi.r * m i *u^yL&?> y * i * Daniel Pomerieag Jim Crook Maurice Desruisseaui rvon Thibodeou KING WIST ‘ // PLYMOUTH CHRYSLER INC 1138, Rts 220, St-Elie, 564-1122 A thank-you letter from former prime minister John Diefenbaker is Grygar’s "treasure". 4—TOWNSHIPS WEEK—FRIDAY, AUGUST 23, 1985 Travel What the travel agents don’t say about Jerusalem By Chick Schwartz Jerusalem is incredible.The hotels there has mercy on us and takes us a half-block away to a little apartment totally private.Just for us.Two rooms with mats on the floor, a kitchen, and best of all, our own bathroom.Twenty-five dollars a night for the six of us - right in the center of Jerusalem.So maybe it isn’t the cleanest place around and the fridge, hot water, and shower don’t work.It’s cheap and private and even has a little balcony where we can hang our clothes to dry and I can sit and watch humanity go by.The owner, Itzik, from Yemen, lives right upstairs and turns out to be a very friendly and interesting guy.He explains the black market money exchanging (the official rate at the banks is about 1100 sheckels per U.S.dollar but we should get at least 1250 from the many official money changers in the old city.Wait a minute and he’ll look it up in the newspaper.And he did.) Both the official and black market rates are actually quoted in the exchange columns daily.TIPS ON BARGAINING He also clues us in about bargaining in the bazaars and markets.Unless you have walked out of the Kiosks three times and been urged back in with lower prices each time (ultimately paying about one third the original asking price) you’re being cheated.Later, Itzik cooked us an authentic Yemenite meal which was doubtlessly the gastronomic highlight of our trip.His Shakshuga — tomato, garlic, red & green pepper, and gobs of spices simmered into a thick sauce and then covered with egg which kind of poaches right into the conglomeration -was superb.The spicy vegetables mixed with the blandish egg are a real contrast and delightful treat.Sabbath in Jerusalem is an unforgettable experience.Literally thousands of people walk to the Wailing Wall in time to see the religious school students come dancing in at sundown.About twenty minutes later, the Mullahs in the Islamic Minarets around the Dome Of The Rock which is right behind the wall, and one of the holiest places for Both Islam and Christianity, call the faithfull to evening prayer.Their almost unearthly Arabic chant reverberating through the corridors and courtyards around the wall is an experience that will long be remembered.For the next twenty-four hours, nothing moves in Jerusalem (and for that matter, almost all of Israel).Every store, restaurant, street vendor, and office is closed.No buses, cars or bikes move.Literally no one is out.The streets are totally devoid of life.Not even a phone rings.Very strange sensation for a North American.At times the crowds are so thick you just “go with the flow £'v|g L~.- M % % ” zE=ia= You quickly learn learn to get your groceries for the weekend in one of the open air markets early Friday morning.Also an interesting experience as thousands of people are all jostling another another for the choisest morsels -mainly fish, vegetables, all kinds of exotic cheeses and fruits we’d never seen before, baked goods of every description, and the various goodies made from seseme seeds and chickpeas.Meat is very expensive in the Mid-East and rarely eaten.But they make wonderful pastes and fried products with chickpeas that are super tasting, nutritious, and dirt cheap.Just as awsome as the total absence of activity during the Sabbath, is the mammoth outpouring of humanity about nine-o-clock Saturday night after the Sabbath is over.All the sidewalk cafes are jammed with young lovers in all their finery.The street entertainers are out in full force, the singles cruise the boulevards and squares, and the older couples stroll the streets and parks observing the action.By eleven or twelve, the crowds are so thick that you just “go with the flow”.It seems that all Jerusalem must be out in their fanciest garb till the early morning hours.BUILDINGS ASTOUNDING The physical structures of the city are very different than anything you’d ever see on this continent.The massive building projects up and down the hills and valleys surrounding Jerusalem are astounding.Almost all the buildings are constructed of “Jerusalem Stone” .kind of a peach colored stone indigenous to the surrounding environs, and exquisite.However, the Stetyls of Mea Shearim (the old Jewish ghetto area) where the ultra-religious sects live, were more amazing to me.Walking into this area, where huge signs admonish the women to dress modestly (arms and legs must be covered) is like stepping into a time warp.The houses, clothing, and customs are exactly as they were in the Russian and Polish Ghettos where most of the present inhabitants’ forefathers lived hundreds of years ago.This is not a recreation for tourists.It’s the real thing and almost supernatural.Also very eerie are the armed soldiers.Everywhere you look, soldiers of all ages (everyone in Israel must join the army right after high school and serve in the active reserves for six weeks a year until age fifty-five!) are very much in evidence.And they are all carrying automatic weapons and the bullet clips are either in the weapons or in the soldiers’ hands if they are in a crowded area like a bazaar.GUN-TOTING GUARDS Similarly, you see groups of ÿoùhgsters obviously visiting from a Kibbutz — all accompa- nied by gun toting guards — who often appear to be mere kids themselves.At first, this is very disconcerting.I mean a third of the people on a public bus are likely to be armed soldiers.(At the end of every bus route, all the passengers must exit the bus and the driver looks under every seat to insure that no terrorist bombs have been planted aboard!) However, by the end of the trip, we had become somewhat blasé about the guns and even welcomed them on occasion.Two reasons why: Once, while in Jerusalem’s centre bus station, we went towards the exit, pushed on the doors and found them locked.A couple of soldiers posted there explained that an unattended package had been found out in front and the bomb squad was that very minute disposing of it.There are signs everywhere throughout the country warning you not to approach unattended parcels and to notify soldiers if you see one.In fact, I once started to leave our duffle-bags by themselves while I headed for a bathroom outside a bus depot.I hadn’t taken ten steps before a soldier, Uzi drawn, approached wanting to know why I was walking away from the baggage.The other example is, unfortunately, more tragic.On our many forays to the Old City and the Wall, Zack always skipped along on the stone walls and short ledges as kids are prone to do.We never thought a thing about it.Then one day while listening to the news I heard that one of the ledges at a bus stop in Jerusalem had been booby trapped that morning and a child had been severely wounded.While the large presence of soldiers substantially reduces the occurences of terrorist acts, obviously they still happen.Anyway, from then on, Zack walked with me on the sidewalks and we welcomed the omnipresence of the soldiers.1 .I, .J* % rV ^ ^ :V Sabbath is an incredible experience as thousands of people visit the Wailing Wall.[ NI R Al «Mi coc All nightly 7:20 - 9:30 rrm Sunday 12:30 - 2:4$ - 5 00 7:20 • 9:30 Cinémas CARREFOUR Sherbrooke 565 0366 Travel TOWNSHIPS WEEK—FRIDAY, AUGUST 23, 1985—5 Of bathrooms, backsheesh, and rude desert varmints By Chick Schwartz From Jerusalem, we took the bus to Cairo, Egypt.It’s probably timely to say a few words about middle-eastern bathrooms.Doubtlessly as a safeguard against terrorist bombs, none of the buses that we saw during our trip had restrooms aboard.So, on longer trips, they stop on a regular basis at “rest houses” where you can get a snack and use their “facilities”, Son, you really gotta hafta go to partake of these “powder rooms”.First, lets talk flushing.Zack was intrigued at the variations on the theme and kind of kept track.We had ropes and chains you pulled from the ceiling, buttons you pushed on the overhead tanks, pedals you kicked, levers you shifted next to your feet, and, of course, our all time favorite at the “rest house” half way to Cairo.This one was the all time interplanetary award-winning champion.Now, none of the bathrooms have toilet paper, so you quickly learn to bring your own.Although, in the fancier places in both Israel and Egypt, old men often would be found sitting at card tables at the restroom entrances selling twenty or thirty squares for nominal amounts.GOOD TO BE HOME Needless to say, this one not only didn’t have toilet paper, it didn’t have a toilet seat or a toilet.Since this is a family newspaper, we’re not even going to mention the state of the housekeeping or odor associated with this cubicle.There were two kind of indentations in the floor strategically located so that if you placed your feet in them and sort of squatted properly, you were over a hole in the floor.Nearby, hung a pitcher of water for “flushing”.Oh damn, but it’s good to be home! You don’t hear much about the Ugly American anymore.Remember when the American tourists were such clods that they were known world wide as boors who could be barely tolerated by the locals in the host countries.The reason you don’t hear about us in such derogatory terms now is that the locals have learned to play our own game - often better than we do ourselves.A word about the Egyptians.They are among the friendlist folks I’ve ever run across.Ask them for directions and you’re likely to get a personally guided accompaniment to the location in question.They always smile and never talk down to you.THE HAND IS OUT However, the omnipresent “Backsheesh” is somewhat disconcerting to someone not used to it.No matter what service is rendered, or perceived to have been rendered, or merely offered, the old hand is out.I don’t mean figuratively speaking or with subtlety.The hand literally is in front of your face - wide open and waving.To the Egyptians, it is an accepted way of life and is second nature to them.When you get off the ferry boat after crossing the Suez, you hand the driver the equivalent of a dime or so as well as the man who operates the manual throttle on the engine when the driver yells back to him.Also rewarded is the guy who stands on the gangplank looking quite official but who does absolutely nothing.Similarly, when you walk towards the Pharaoh’s tombs or the great pyramids, there are gentlemen standing at the entrances looking official but doing nothing but standing there looking official with their hands out.However, far more exasperating are the hoards of vendors offering genuine guaranteed authentic ancient artifacts clamoring around the tourists hawking their wares — and the zillions of camel, horse, and donkey owners surrounding you with propositions of rides or offers of poses for your camera.And these are unbelievably persistent gen- a picture.Even the camel owners expect a tip for allowing tourists to snap * *¦ Sis:- £ When you say, “no thanks, 1 don’t think I want to take a picture of you and your camel”, they translate this into, “the yankee wants to take my picture more than anything else on earth, I just have to ask him 80 or 90 more times”.And he does.He taps you on the shoulder extolling the unsurpassed photogenic virtues of his particular camel.He follows behind you with a HOdicibel nonstop dissertation right in your ear touting his own near-movie-star renown.He nudges you in the ribs explaining the incredible bargain he is offering by letting you snap a quick picture for only one American dollar.When you again tell him “no thanks, Abdul, I really don’t want to take a picture of you and Son Of A Stubborn Desert Varmint’, your famous camel,” he really thinks, “ahah! I’m getting to the yankee.another half hour of constant harassment and he’ll realize he wants to take my picture”.And he starts in with renewed vigor.Diplomatic and softspoken ambassador of good relations that I am, I tell Abdul to take his camel and buzz off - he’s bugging the hell out of me.A NOTE ABOUT CLIMATE Now you need to understand a bit about Egypt’s climate.It’s blistering hot, generally about 45° (110 - 115I’F) but terribly dry.It sometimes goes for three years without a drop of rain.Also, there is always a strong wind so even though you’re awfully hot, you never feel moisture or sweat.It evaporates instantly.Well, Abdul and Son Of A Stubborn Desert Varmint took my gentle hint and left.Our entourage continued along gazing at the Pyramids and the Sphinx.“Behold”, our guide, Miss Fa-zir, says looking towards the sky.“Rain — I can’t believe it.” We all look up and sure enough, we’re being sprinkled with rain.But there’s not a cloud in the sky! Unquestionably, however, we are definitely getting soaked.We look around.Our good buddy Abdul has cleverly maneuvered Son Of A Stubborn Desert Varmint about twenty feet upwind of us and pressed some magic button causing the faithful beast to empty his considerable bladder in our direction.The wind does the rest.Moral! Unless you’re particularly fond of the smell of fermenting camel piss on your person, keep your pockets full of small coins and play their backsheesh game with a goodnatured smile.Following our visits to the Pyramids, Tombs of the Pharaohs, and Karnak’s Temple - all of which are more spectacular than can be imagined from the pictures and posters we’ve all seen since we were kids, we headed back to Israel.Next week: Visiting a Modem Kibbutz If you haven’t walked out of a kiosk three times and been coaxed back in with lower prices each time, you’re being cheated.VISA GENERAL STEVEN SPIELBERG Pceanli a ROBERT ZEMECKIS He was never in time— for his classes.He wasn't in time for his dinner.Then one day.he wasn't in his time at all.T "BACK TO THE FUTURE" L, MICHAEL J.FOX CHRISTOPHER LLOYD • LEA THOMPSON • CRISPIN GLOVER CInéma CAPITOL 565 0111 59 KING est Sherbrooke 3 VHS cassettes & VCR rentals Computer rotation KHIIIU^ Starting times Mon.thru Fri.4 to 10 p.tn.Saturday & Sunday 1 to 10 p.r &—TOWNSHIPS WEEK—FRIDAY, AUGUST 23, 1985 Who guitarist’s fiction stimulating to the mind Horse’s Neck by Pete Townshend (FABER-PENGUIN): $14.95, 95 PP When John Lennon made his divergence from the pop music domain to pen two collections of Ogden Nash- or Lewis Carroll-style nonsense verse, both the rock world and publishing types took note.What ripples then will be felt when viewers of the legendary Who Learn that the windmillarmed, agitated lead guitarist of rock’s bad boy band has a gathering of his short fictions available for sampling?Pete Townshend’s Horse’s Neck is as anguished a cry for recognition and understanding as the rocker’s most definitive pieces-the rebellious anthem “My Generation” and the cry for equality and tolerance that was his rock opera Tommy.Townshend’s short studies begin with what he calls “a dimly remembered story of infancy”, as a baby of thirteen months of age reacts to a day on the sand dunes at Filey, an English coastal beach.The piece begins, as do several others such as a remembrance of dead drummer Keith Moon, with a succession of short observations in one-line form of a mother’s claims about her offspring: “I breast-fed him first/ I rejected him first/ I screamed with him first”.Mothers, as well as horses, dominate the imagery in Townshend’s sketches, though one, “Tonight’s The Night”, takes the title of a Rod Stewart song to lead into a strange story about a very weird young girl from Southern California who reveals that some groupies are even more odd than the eccentric superstars they stalk.Of the longer, more traditional vignettes in the book, “Fish Shop” offers a compelling tale about a boy named Pete, who, along with the narrator, takes a walk down memory lane, reflecting back on a fifteen year old youth’s early life crises.Pete befriends an old Spaniard who runs a fish & chips shop, whose virtuosity with flamenco guitar so influences the youth that he makes a choice of art over teenage romance which seems to symbolize Townshend’s own dedication to his craft.The rock world will be delighted with obvious autobiographical pieces such as “Pancho and the Baron”, which probes the meaning behind Townshend’s very mixed emotions about drummer Keith Moon’s strange fate as a rock burn-out case.“Winston” is a contemporary bit about an anniversary of John Lennon's death in December of 1980, at which an English rocker named Van Smith-Hartley (a disguise for Van Morrison?) waxes nostalgic .and vitriolic about the adoration Think you hove arthritis?See your doctor.Ask for help.' ¦ •.Y: ïVji* Asnarrm toeWY Y* Kaleidoscope D.* DI /"* LJ A I AMIK-W - By RICHARD LONEY heaped on mindless rock mes-siahs, while true talents such as John Winston Lennon are searched out and shot to death.Horse’s Neck quite summarily dismisses the criticisms that all rockers have I.Q.’s of room temperature, Celsius, at the same time confirming that the Who’s enigmatic Pete Townshend is as stimulating to the mind as a writer as he is when plunking out archetypal rock melodies on his manic guitar.KIDS’ BOOKS Follow That Bird, by C.T.W.Se-same Street (RANDOM HOUSE) : $9.75, storybook based on the movie.A spin-off of a movie that is a spin-off from the most popular television show for kids, Follow That Bird is the latest adventure from the Children’s Television Workshop featuring Jim Henson’s universally recognized and loved Muppets.A busy-body social worker, Miss Finch of the Feathered Friends Society, decides that Big Bird should be among his own kind instead of mixing with the rag tag Sesame Street gang.When Bird is relocated with the dumb Dodo family in Ocen View, Illinois, his despair over the stupid antics of the Dodos leads him to run away.The rest of Follow That Bird is a caper that engages all the familiar Sesame creations : the Count-mobile is called into action, Bert & Ernie take to the air, and Super Grover sets out to find the elusive Bird.With much of the repetitive foolery that the kids recognize (the yellow VW loses a fender to the Cookie Monster’s hunger), Big Bird makes it into the familiar environs of T.V.’s most famous street, with morals and laughs to be drawn by wiser parents who read the tale at bedtime.As usual, Henson’s outrageous puppets tickle the children’s funny-bones in all the right places, making these books as close to a guaranteed winner with kids as is possible.RECORD REVIEW Paul Hyde & The Payolas HERE’S THE WORLD FOR YA (A&M) If anyone had reservations about the hoopla surrounding David Foster’s Grammy winning efforts on CHICAGO 17, wondering how much a producer really influenced what was an established supergroup, they should lend an ear to the Payolas’ latest.Foster, a talent L.A.keyboardist, writer and producer, is a B.C.native, so his partnership with Paul Hyde and the Payolas on HERE’S THE WORLD FOR YA seems a natural.As with Chicago, the Payolas have not exactly been slouches in the Canadian rock ranks, but Foster transforms them from a good Canadian band into a fabulously tuneful group that can compete with the Beach Boys, Chicago or Foreigner on equal standing.The whole sound of the band is enriched by Foster’s discerning ear on the mixes, and through his use of Steve Porcaro on synthesizers, who can make a few tracks sound as if indeed Chicago’s horn line was on tap.Knockout tracks include a Bob Rock & Paul Hyde tune, “Stuck In The Rain”, that has the textures, intricacies and resonance of a complex Beatles song — and it’s just as listenable and entertaining.Even the least compelling track here has a vocal edge to it that could only have been coaxed forth by someone of Foster’s demanding work habits.The shadings on the vocals are a MATERIAUX ORFORD INC reminder that some of the finest singing bands have that extra-fine, careful colouration to their vocal blends that goes far beyond merely getting the voicings to “ring” in the barbershop quartet overtone sense.Hyde and the Payolas bust a few chords on this record that other bands just couldn’t get close to.Power tunes include a track called “Little Boys”, and “All That I Want” is a song that builds to an intensity of power the Payolas can obviously muster in concert hall presentations.The title track is one that Foster helped write (there are two others), and it reflects the lighter aspect of Hyde’s Payolas that has been broadened to make them a far more creative studio band.With Bryan Adams banging at international doors with his brand of Canadian rock, the Payolas appear to be poised for a grasp at the elusive golden ring of multi-nation notoriety.Be sure to visit our 2nd floor and see our vast assortment of blinds, curtains, lighting fixtures, ceramic, etc.888 John Street, Magog, Que.— J1X 1N2 843-5737 DécMûto» Finition Intémm '.V* v‘ ' ‘ ' ,* W* ' • w*.*.(SPECIALLY FOR THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING COMMUNITY) BOUTIQUE SANTE^OOO CARREFOUR DE L ESTRIE In collaboration with QKfB&Q AM.^ rj>â m *vvcs>c