Rip-Off Concert

This is going to be a happy Easter for some charity. A local Jaycee Chapter has turned its resources over to the organising of a rock concert this Saturday. At a dollar a time, anyone can go and groove all day to a selection of some of the finest plastic around: another tired example of the fact that there's nothing as good as youth culture, except the price you pay for it. But some charity is going to be richer, so who can complain.

Not the Jaycees. They had found a poster that was daring, but in the nicest possible way just some innocent little kid who'd just found out what cunt power was all about. Then they had to find security guards: First, they knew that left alone youth becomes destructive, aggressive, and non-profitable; and Second, that the presence of the local constabulary is more likely to provoke than prevent violence. Answer: another Alamont. They might not have anyone of the calibre of a Mick Jagger, but then the people they chose weren't Hells Angels either. They were the PYM. It says something for their knowledge of reality that they would imagine that there was enough respect for the PYM around to ensure that their little money-fucker was a success. But they needn't worry. Someone will step into the breach and keep an eye on things. (For a dollar, it may be worth it to watch a whole group of people being free or just plastic.) Happy Easter, Mr. Jaycee man.