Badfinger/The Kinks: Berkeley Community Theatre

IT WASN'T YOUR usual Berkeley concert, the type you'd hear, say, Joy of Cooking at. I can't imagine where they came from, but sprinkled liberally among the scruffy, unkempt Berkeley regulars were a crew of Sunset Strip-types, the guys with carefully shagged hair and Rod Stewart waistcoats, the girls visions of crimson lipstick on powdered faces, underfed frames in slinky vamp gowns and feathered boas. One particularly flamboyant assortment of such ladies turned out on closer inspection to be composed of creatures whose claim to membership in the feminine gender was highly dubious. In a way, the ambience of this scene set the tone for the evening.