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...your dreams and What part of no don't you understand? are Nerf-like weaponry: When you're blind with anger or exasperation, you grab the nearest item of modular meanness. Of course, not all coolster coinages are overtly fightin' words. Indeed, some affect affectlessness: Same old, same old; Blah blah blah; Yadda yadda yadda. But given the right nuances, indifference can pack a wallop: Yadda will outsnide blah, for instance but wither before the passive-aggressive champ (and Bob Dole favorite), Whatever...
Pause. "What are the rest of the words?" In consternation and frustration, I belt out "blah, blah, blah, blah, o'er Eli hold sway." Panicked, I realize that I do not know the words to Harvard's favorite cheer. Who am I kidding: not only do I not know some of the words; I can't even get through the first verse...
...choice of songs was largely excellent, including standards and some interesting sub-standards, like the Gershwin self-parody "Blah Blah Blah" and Leonard Bernstein's pattersong "I Can Cook Too." "Blah Blah Blah" particularly allowed deLima to camp it up, leading the audience in a sing-along while capering to the absurd lyrics. (The screen on which the lyrics were projected was a nice touch, too.) As for the four Sondheim songs, including three in a row at the end, they were not too big a price to pay for the rest -- which is saying quite...
This season offers an unusually full sophomore class, including singer Sheryl Crow, a fresh face three years ago. Her second album, bluntly titled Sheryl Crow and due out Sept. 24, is a sometimes amusing, mostly blah disc that may move units but doesn't move the soul. In better form is Counting Crows, whose first CD was a multiplatinum hit and a consistent delight; the band's Recovering the Satellites (Oct. 15) is a wise, worthy successor. Also, teen singer Aaliyah's second CD, One in a Million (just out), is soulfully soothing, and neo-soul performer Tricky...
...this article comes to a close, I look back and see that I have done a poor job of relating my inner turmoil to you, the reader. I hope you have been able to fill in the blanks with your own feelings of blah that February has given you, or else you might think I'm crazy. Either way, through the writing of this piece, I have come to a pleasant realization: Maybe February's purpose is to make us check out ourselves in the mirror and question the lives that we lead...