Toomorrow (1970) (part 5 of 10)

Some guy with Doug Henning’s hair comes into the classroom with news that Benny’s long-awaited phone call has finally come. It turns out to be confirmation that they have a slot in the Generic Unnamed Festival. He agrees they can do eight minutes—”we have enough material for eight days! Okay, eight minutes.” Also, he says that there are four of them, and one of them is a girl. “No, nobody’s in drag! It’s a real girl!” Because having a chick in a pop group was unheard of in 1970, but having a dude in drag in your pop group happened all the time. Boy George really stood on the shoulders of giants.

Benny hangs up, whoops with joy, and actually spins the returning Doris Bell around, which is surely the most action she’s gotten lately, before he runs off to tell the guys. And the girl. We watch him run through the halls for a long time before the four meet up in long shot. He tells them, and now they’re all jumping and skipping down the hall. Except Vic. Whipped guys have it rough. Especially when their friends are all Bohemian free spirits.

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Mark "Scooter" Wilson

Mark is a history guy, a graphics guy, a guy for whom wryly cynical assessments of popular culture are the scallion cream cheese on the toasted everything bagel of life. He spends his time teaching modern history at Brooklyn College, pondering the ancient Romans at the CUNY Graduate Center, and conjuring maps and illustrations for ungrateful bankers at various Manhattan monoliths. Readers are welcome to guess at reasons why he's nicknamed Scooter, with the proviso that all such submissions are guaranteed to be rather more interesting than the truth. Mark lives in the Midwood section of Brooklyn with a happy-go-lucky, flop-eared dog named Chiyo who is probably, at this very moment, waiting patiently for her walkies.

Multi-Part Article: Toomorrow (1970)

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