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Clay brings urban originality to the KCREP
BY STEPHEN NICHOLS
You can’t call “Clay” a musical. To me, that immediately brings up thoughts of elaborate costumes, soliloquies and a chorus line.
So when Clay starts and one man takes the stage in a loose black hoodie and a microphone, musical is the last thing that comes to mind.
This is a fresh hip-hop performance that is geared towards young people in so many ways: the point of view, the hip hop music and the constant energy that comes with a well-performed one-man show all converge to make “Clay” an exciting new musical that could connect with teenagers on a widespread scale.
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King of Leon Review
BY MAC TAMBLYN
“Righteous Kill” is a pretty lukewarm affair for the most part, the cinematic equivalent of an average “CSI” season finale. The new crime thriller from director Jon Avnet, whose resume includes mediocre whodunits like “88 Minutes” and TV’s “Conviction,” goes through all the usual motions of a serial killer movie with a by-the-numbers story line that fails to introduce anything new or interesting to the worn-out genre. So why bother reviewing it? Well, it does star Robert De Niro and Al Pacino, possibly the two greatest actors of a generation.
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George Clinton Review
BY GRIFFIN BUR
George Clinton is easily one of the most idiosyncratic, entertaining people in music. As singer/director/shaman of Parliament-Funkadelic, he honed the talented instrumentalists into a weird, challenging, and just plain good band.
You’d probably call them funk, but, as the cliché goes, they really don’t sound like anyone but P-Funk. For example, Earth, Wind and Fire (don’t get me wrong, I love ‘em) sang about shining stars and September. Funkadelic sang about Little Miss Muffet, smoking weed and referred to EWF as “Earth, Hot Air, and No Fire.” Also,
they wore diapers on stage.
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