The Babys' Playground Politics
Toby Goldstein, Creem, September 1979
SO WHY should I believe one word coming from John Waite's pertly posed lips? Here's this image of deceptive age, leader of a group who've been promoted more than played. Sashaying into the hotel lobby, the five Babys stand peacock bright amid the muted beige reception area. They wear layers of bandanas, jewelry, earrings and carefully flung bits of tat, with only new keyboardist Jonathan Cain, a solid man from the wilds of Chicago, clad in respectable black leather jacket and looking mortal.
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