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10) Shangri-Las, City Hall Park, New York City, June 19 In the May 17, 2001 edition of this column, then running in Salon, I included an item, written more than a week earlier, on an A&E documentary that featured an interview with Mary L. Stokes--formerly Mary Weiss of the Shangri-Las, the lead singer with long, straight blond hair. She was talking about why the 1964-65 tragedies of "Remember," "I Can Never Go Home Anymore" or "Leader of the Pack" were not difficult for her: because, she said, she had enough pain in her own life to stand up to the songs. A few days after the destruction of the World Trade Center, I heard that Stokes, now a manager for a furniture company, was present when the towers were hit and when they came down; I contacted her and asked her to write about that day for this column, and she did. When I read that the Shangri-Las would be performing in New York City, I asked my friend Robert Christgau to cover the show; as this will be my last column in City Pages for at least a year, the idea of tracing that circle, if not closing it, seemed right.
Christgau reports: "This may be the oldest crowd I've been in anywhere short of the Metropolitan Opera (and a beatnik poetry reading I attended a few years back). Intros by Randy Davis of WCBS-FM, 'New York's oldies station,' promising to 'walk you right down memory lane' in the 'real heart of New York City.' 'They were known as the bad girls of rock and roll...' Backing band all in black, three ladies in black slacks with V-cut red satin tops. Stage left a brunette in her twenties, stage right a well-preserved forty/fiftysomething, also brunette. But there's no Mary Weiss in sight--unless she now has brownish hair in a curly frizz, which would be bad for business. Four or five dozen onlookers come up in front of the stage in the sun, those on benches stay there, most of the crowd of perhaps 200 hangs back in the shade, including senior latecomers who really need to sit. The band vamps, sounding way too perky, and they are: The opening number is 'You Can't Hurry Love,' followed by 'Give Him a Great Big Kiss,' the nicest hit in the Shangri-Las' repertoire, which is also too perky. It's a generic oldies set ('Johnny B. Goode,' 'The Loco-Motion,' 'Be My Baby,' etc.) with three Shangri-Las tunes."
It turns out the Shangri-Las are the Shangri-La: Marge Ganser, "the twin who didn't die of a barbiturate overdose," accompanied by her daughter Mary and a friend. Christgau: "Five blocks from Ground Zero, we're told (well, not 'we,' but the younger fans Marge was looking down at; we 'survivors'--yes, the term was adduced, by young Mary--know enough to stay out of the midday sun) we're going to have 'a hell of a history lesson.' And the lesson is that although the Shangri-Las live (except for the dead Ganser) their individual-collaborative achievement does not; the lesson is that the past is already smooshed together into one perky playlist."
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