Word: center
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...center of it all was Linkous' commanding presence. Tall and dark, vaguely menacing, he has a voice that sounds incongruously sweet and vulnerable as he whispers childlike rhymes, and becomes outwardly chilling and disquieting when he shouts them into the microphone. As he warmed to the crowd, Linkous occasionally cracked a smile--or did until the talking became disruptive during the quieter songs. The buzz continued unabated as he stood, eyes closed, crooning the poignant lyrics. After that, he growled without looking up: "You can talk as much as you want during this one--it doesn't even fucking matter...
National Poetry Month comes directly to Harvard Square. Take a lunch break and check out the Boston Poetry Slam happening at Holyoke Center from 12 to 1 p.m. Grab Fly-by and then go enjoy the art of words in the spring sunshine...
Lions and Tigers and Elephants, Oh My! The Big Apple Circus is in town. Marine Industrial Park at Drydock Avenue and Summer Street next to the Design Center. Tickets from TicketMaster 931-2787 or in person at the box office from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. Shows...
Wynton Marsalis performs music by Duke Ellington at Symphony Hall (301 Mass Ave) along with the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra. Jazz critic Bob Blumenthal opens with a talk. Call 266-1492 to check on the price and 482-6661 for tickets...
...while scratching, never enjoying the stereo view of hawks and owls and eagles. Like my hens cooped north of my barn, students raised in safe, nurturing environments expect little danger from outside let alone within, and when trouble erupts--the automatic feeder capsizes or a gunfight develops outside Holyoke Center--behavior becomes chaotic. Hens explode from hen house, students run in circles or gawk at shooters (although one dropped into the gutter, remembering a VES 107 digression on curbstone height versus body shape). Raptors find too many easy marks, too many undergraduates who never sense who follow them, who stalk...