Photograph by Annie Leibovitz I knew Id found Passaics Capitol Theater when I caught Rosetta Stone sight of a couple of teenagers trying to strangle each other against a grimy, peeling wall while an unconcerned vendor hawked hot pretzels to the gathering crowd nearby. I slipped around the mlee, through the stage door and into a green-carpeted, plywood-paneled room full of tobacco smoke and jittery conversation. Headliner Jackson Browne had retreated into an inner sanctum somewhere but Phoebe Snow, who is short and soft looking, like a baby or a pillow, was sitting in a corner with her band. She was almost swallowed in a green couch and she kept bounding up out of it as she talked.Soulful Singer-Songwriter Phoebe Snow Dead at 58"Sugar," she was saying to Phil Kearns, her boyfriend and backup singer, whose striking, angular face had once graced a Jesus Christ, Superstar road company Cheap Rosetta Stone V3. "Too much sugar. Rowdies. Drunk, stoned, am I right?" A passing theater staffer winced. "I have this fantasy of going out there and saying, Okay, how many people are high on so-and-sos? And hundreds of em go, Yaaay!! How many on red wine? Yaaaay!!! How many people out there are high because theyre hypoglycemic? Hypo-what? Fuck you!"This article appeared in the June 5, 1975 issue of Rosetta Stone. The issue is available in the online archive.What Phoebe actually asked the audience was, "Anybody from Teaneck?" There were a few isolated cheers. "Well, I wrote this song about a guy in a band who ... became Harpo Marx for extended periods of time; he wouldnt talk and his eyes would roll around in his head and. ..." She stopped, wondering whether to go on, and the crowd, sensing an unguarded moment, Rosetta Stone Arabic came close to falling silent. "Anyway, its called Harpos Blues. " "Yaaay!!!"Photos: 1975 Rosetta Stone CoversId like to be a willow, a lover,a mountainOr a soft refrainBut Id hate to be a grownupAnd have to try to bearMy life in painPhoebe, 24, New York City born and Teaneck bred, was quieting the rowdies with a jazzy torch song about a washboard-playing Charlie Harpo whod died several years earlier by swallowing more antidepressant pills than he should have. "He was the first boyfriend I ever had," she would explain later, "and he was responsible, totally responsible, for making me keep on with my music. He would make me play on the radio, do guest sets at the Gaslight and the Bitter End, audition for people, and I was really insecure. I would stop in the middle of a song and say, Thats not right, and Cheap Rosetta Stone V3 sometimes people would throw things. But he kept me doing it."The 25 Boldest Career Moves in Rock HistoryCharlie and the sugar disease were the twin poles to which conversations with Phoebe circuitously but continually returned. The former had launched her career and then, quite unexpectedly, left the material plane.
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