THE MULDOON SHOW

Press, 21 June 1980, Page 14

THE MULDOON SHOW

By WHIM WHAM Mr Muldoon emerged from one and a half hours of solid rock music in the Wellington Town Hall describing it as “good entertainment but certainly not culture” . . . “This is the kind of reaction I’m inclined to get at election time,” he said ... “I did not hear more than six words in the whole of the evening ...” — News.

They made the customary Noise, Delighting all those Girls and Boys — Muldoon, he bore the furious Din, He didn’t put his Earplugs in — He knows his Showbiz, and how loud You have to play, to please the Crowd. Old Hand, old Trouper — that’s our Rob! — He knows his Basics, and his Job, The Microphones, the Platform Manners, The Platitudes, the Bands, the Banners — Too well to suffer serious Shock Under the Politics of Rock; . .. Is there another Man for whom Town Hall, or public Rumpus Room, Could be a more congenial Scene? Where else has his Experience been? He heard Six Words, of All they yelled — It wasn’t Culture (so he held). But can he say, what Culture IS? The Question’s mine, the Opinion’s his. > It wasn’t Opera, Light or Grand, :Or Ballet — on the other Hand, .‘-'•v. Can. Culture (these Days) be confined '- . .To Things that elevate the Mind? .7 -; When Persons of superior Taste . •Tfit Bike. You, and Me. and Rob are faced -With Scenes like This, our Nerve is tested. — ‘ Did he enjov what All the Rest did? . . If iLwas Culture, would he know? — ; w 4 There, to steal the Show!