University of Wisconsin Eau Claire - Periscope Yearbook (Eau Claire, WI)

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September 30 Short Stuff: a crowd pleaser Brantley Short Stun Junior Above keyboard ■tyte High! hi unfcKM • how Marti Lamar through Qult»fl»t. for hi feature combination •pot By Lori B. Miller Music fans looking for something other than Eau Claire s steady diet of country-rock flocked to the Council Fire Room one rain-chilled September night. About 300 enthusiastic and blues-starved UWEC students willingly gave in to the infectious energy of Milwaukee's Short Stuff. Although Short Stuff's opening number was performed with uncharacteristic lethargy, the band returned to form after lead vocalist Jim Liban's announcement. We re going to have a little party!' What followed was a mixture of favorites from old albums and experimental from a new album including Main Lady. Just a Little Bit More. Maybe I'll Be Lucky Tonight and Flip. Flop and Fry. Their formula was simple: huge quantities of pep and a few blues-ier, boy-lusts-girl songs. Short Stuff read their audience's tastes correctly. The crowd was driven into a toe-tapping frenzy by the wailing harmonica and slightly raspy voice of Liban, elephant whistles and the unearthly surges of Junior Brantley'8 keyboard. Short Stuff's formula, nevertheless, showed dangers of possessing identical movements with few variations. A song lacking the lead of Liban's harmonica. the echo of Mark Lamar's guitar and Brantley's keyboard was rare, as were the rush and roar of the big finish or the revved-up tempo and volume Occasionally. Lamar. Brantley or drummer Tom Piazza got feature spots, or the band indulged in short, staccato movements and interesting combinations of chords. Short Stuff is a crowd pleaser and this crowd was definitely pleased. Liban's theatrical gymnastics of kicking and stomping propelled many of the concert goers onto the dance floor and left the rest swinging and swaying as much as a metal chair would permit. ■

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September 19 t Running on Empty By Bob Trott I was in a hurry to get to the Jog-In in honor of Dr. Kenneth Cooper in Putnam Park Sept. 19. Although I am lar removed from high school competition, I had that same old feeling of anticipation. I decided to run at my own pace and make sure I did four miles. Actually, we could do any distance we wanted—two miles, one mile, 500 feet... We met In Putnam Park. Among the runners present were teachers, students I knew, and a few sports newspeople I saw a camera and decided to move to the rear of the pack, thinking that I could somehow hide from the bright lights Also. I felt that a group of 50 to 75 people starting out on Putnam Park's narrow gravel road could be In for some bumps and bruises 'Til run at my own pace. I thought again. Everyone anticipated Cooper's arrival The notices prior to the run implied that Cooper would be running with us: we expected him to come dressed accordingly. This was not the case—the doctor, looking to be in good condition, explained why he was dressed in a suit. I do not run on days that I speak. he said, but I do average three miles a day. five days a week ” The crowd was disappointed Channel 13 sportscaster Jack Etch was there, ready to run. He did a few strides in front of the camera and I thought. I hope he falls while he's being filmed We were ready to start I went to the rear and hollered to someone. I'm back here because of the crowd. An instructor I knew hollered back. I'm back here because I don't want to get trampled Starting In back was nice. It gave me a good feeling to pass some people who were running at a more leisurely pace At the start, the large group took up much of the road People ran through gullies on the roadside, ducking lowhanging trees I neared a group of people older than I. but definitely more experienced at this. They were talking about 10-mile runs casually Are you going to move up some? one asked another No. I think I'll stay back here for a while, was the reply. The man who said this shot ahead and I never saw him again Once I got past the group of people who were running at a slow pace. I noticed that I could no longer gain much ground on anyone. I began to loosen up and not think about all those runners now passing me. Several people went by me with aggressive stlrdes. their legs seeming to be much longer than mine. They weren't even sweating as much as I. These are running's bad moments—when you're passed you feel like you're wallowing in mud I followed a group of runners out of Putnam Drive and toward downtown Eau Claire. I followed them until I was near my house on South Barstow Street and decided our routes must part. I turned and ran down State Street as cars and cyclists careened by. I was In the home stretch now and was running alone Most of the starters either ran a shorter distance. turned back to the finish or had continued to run to downtown Eau Claire. As I ran through campus, no one seemed to pay attention—I guess they thought I was just another running freak. I passed Hibbard Hall, the library, and Katharine Thomas Hall in a blur, not because I was running too fast, but because I felt I had gone a few too many rounds. I finished in the same spot as everyone else, but came from a different direction. I came in behind the television camera, thank God. Nobody would see me on camera looking this awful. Most of the runners had gone homo by this time and Cooper was no longer there.

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