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Georgia Rhythm may be the kind of music they're heading towards. It's the most musically complex cut on the album, opening slowly, with echoes of Jimmy Buffett, building up to a tightly controlled yet steady rhythm. The twang and slide and repeated chords of guitar coming together to make it the most memorable track on R & R Alternative. Perhaps because it's the most seemingly sincere, listen to these lyrics; they sound autobiographical...
...into Post Co. profits, and that strong-willed NYM Founder Clay Felker would try to run Newsweek if he came aboard. Actually. Israel's troubles with Graham began more than a year ago. when Graham started listening less to him and more to Post Co. Board Member Warren Buffett, 46, a self-made Omaha financial whiz...
...Buffett, who worked as a Post newsboy when his father represented a Nebraska district in Congress, bought into the Post Co. in 1973, and perhaps to protect his 10.5% slice of nonvoting stock. has become virtually an unpaid Post Co. executive. He spends much of his time on company business and is a frequent Graham dinner guest. "Intellectually, he dominates her," comments one editor who knows them both. "You remember how her orientation changed to talking about stockholders, profits and the bottom line? That's Buffett's influence." Israel is said to have resented the Nebraskan...
...going to be the next AM hit; so he went out and got real drunk and the next day wrote "My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don't Love Jesus," the hangover song of all time. And, too, there are the sloshed and sleazy Buffett songs that sum it-up, like "Brand New Country Star" off the "3/4 Time" album: Well, he outgrew his sequinned suit, sold his Trailways bus Let his hair get a little too long, ducktails bit the dust. His custom-made pearl-inlaid guitar slipped from his hands And in its place...
...Jimmy Buffett don't pop, he'll be in Key West for your children's spring vacations--getting tired of the Cambridge cold? Just hustle on down to the sandbar, gobble down a couple pink crustaceans, get drunk, and screw...