Music: The Bus Boys Are Moving In

Blacks and a chicano are blockbusters in white rock 'n 'roll

The trouble started, intones the singer, when he noticed "Too many faces that are/ Not just like mine." Around the corner. Down the block. Next door. Think what their front yards will look like. Imagine the kind of music they will play. You can understand the singer's feelings when he stubbornly insists: "I ain't moving out for no Carol and Bob/ The inner city is too close to my job." You may admire the vehemence of his stand even as you sense its moral...