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...social-policy reform. So perhaps it was the Caribbean sea breeze or the free-flowing 1945 Mouton-Rothschild that got Michael Saylor, the 35-year-old CEO of the high-tech company MicroStrategy, thinking about how to amend the inequities in higher education. He shared his thoughts over sea bass and chocolate souffle. "And by the end of the evening," he recalls, "I knew I'd hit on the next big thing in education...
...come everywhere we go to eat looks like a wedding?" asks Lance Bass, 20, looking around the restaurant. All five order the same dish--a steak with Jack Daniels sauce, spicy mashed potatoes and vegetables. And though it may be irresponsible to report, because of the band's nearly complete control over the lives of teens, none of them eats a single one of his vegetables. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Look what Lance ordered!" yells Kirkpatrick, pointing at a small brioche with pate before realizing they are each getting the complimentary amuse-guele. "My dog eats better stuff than that," says...
Their restaurants of choice are McDonald's, Taco Bell, Burger King, Benihana and the Friars Club. "At the Friars Club we saw Ellie Wizzle," says Bass. "Y'all didn't even know who Ellie Wizzle is." Kirkpatrick gets as defensive as these ego-free guys can get. "Was he on that show with Pam Tillis?" he asks...
...teens who follow them everywhere. "They know our schedule better than we do," says Chasez. "We've had people hide under the tablecloth of room-service tables," says Joey Fatone, 23. "This family went on a pilgrimage to my house and left me all these pictures of Bass shoes," says Bass. "I think they're psycho." 'N Sync mania is even more intense outside the U.S. "We think Europe has the next Olympic gold medalists, because they will chase our bus for one or two miles," explains Timberlake. And the band isn't even aware that at this moment...
...person, the John Pizzarelli Trio brims with galloping vitality and cheeky wit, but its albums have always been slickly overproduced. Here, the singer-guitarist has swapped the fancy overdubs for no-nonsense live-in-the-studio sound, and Pizzarelli, brother Martin on bass and Ray Kennedy on piano finally get to strut their superb stuff. Highlights: John charms to the max on his I Wouldn't Trade You, and the group burns on a Kennedy-penned tribute to master swinger Oscar Peterson called (what else?) Oscar Night...