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...with the cachet of star followers like the Rolling Stones and Mia Farrow, it became a multimillion-dollar global business. But the gray-haired guru was said to have become uncomfortable with its drug-using, counterculture fan base. After the Fab Four's celebrated visit, the band and its guru famously split. The maharishi was believed...
...whose mom accidentally blows herself up making bombs for a Weathermen-style group. (The specter of Weatherwoman Kathy Boudin haunts all these books.) A fellow traveler named Dial (short for dialectic, ugh) scoops Che up and flees with him to Australia, where she and Che hide out with a band of smelly rural hippies. There is nobody who is not a drag in this book: the cops; the angry, self-righteous American radicals who fight the cops; even the listless Australian hippies, though they are (I think) supposed to be the sympathetic ones. You're left feeling that the only...
...ever-present Harvard Band has enough dedication to the Crimson to stand up to hundreds of Huskies fans shouting “we can’t hear you,” help them respond to opposing fans’ jeering with something witty...
...more than “Lucky,” their hopefully-titled fifth studio album, to shoot back to the top of the charts. The alt-rock trio lays down eleven solid tracks, but “Lucky” isn’t particularly special coming from a band which has produced fantastic material in the past. One of the three or so songs which manages to stand out is the opening number, “See These Bones.” A ringing guitar part and frontman Matthew Caws’ bright, clear voice start the album...
...undifferentiated mass. More than anything, I kept coming back to the strangeness of watching mass-culture clips in a darkened theater. One of my favorite videos, made by Jonas Odell, accompanied a song called “Ali in the Jungle (version 2)” by a British band called The Hours. The completely animated video adopts the excessive, faux-Victorian, theatrical aesthetic embodied most prominently in the U.S. by The Arcade Fire—think old-timey machines, flickering projector light, and skeletons in top hats. The song is shameless in its attempts to inspire, with soaring lyrics...