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...guitars roar without overpowering the songs; indeed, two of the Murphys’ most rousing offerings (“For Boston” and a strangely moving “Amazing Grace”) feature enigmatic bagpiper Spicy McHaggis. Even the audience comes through in the clutch, shouting lyrics word-for-word when charismatic frontman Al Barr’s voice drops out. Of course, nothing can truly replace being there, but Live on St. Patrick’s Day from Boston, MA provides a startlingly close approximation. All the green beer in Boston can’t make your...
With all the momentum and another come-from-behind victory in sight, Harvard just needed one more clutch play to steal the win. This time, it would be Ara, capitalied on a free kick opportunity to score his second goal of the game and give the Crimson dramatic...
...gunman stood sentry near the gates of the compound, waiting for an opening as the departing motorcade approached. Inside a luxury suv was Hamid Karzai, President of Afghanistan, who had come to Kandahar to attend his brother's wedding. His security detail, a clutch of U.S. commandos, rode in a separate vehicle. Karzai was on his way out of the compound of Gul Agha Sherzai, Kandahar's provincial governor, who sat beside him in the car, when he was approached by an Afghan youth hoping to meet the President. A leader known for his affability, Karzai lowered the window...
...toward the end, shook his long, slicked-back blond hair until it fell forward, like a toupee attached at the brow line, virtually covering his face. He was suddenly a peroxided version of the Addams Family's Cousin Itt, and for a moment I could feel my stomach clutch. Hair wasn't supposed to do that, not in the '50s. Gene Vincent's was greasy, James Brown's extravagantly pompadoured, Elvis's as carefully coiffed as the 18th green at Augusta. Jerry Lee's hair was a creature from a horror film, a redneck monster that arose, erupted and smothered...
...turn in toward each other. This is the moment when dancers would normally embrace and spin off together, but these two stop just short of touching. This tactic continues through most of the number: every time the music, or their steps, seem ready to force them into a clutch, or at least a collision, they stop short and back off. Facing close - his hands open to hold her, hers raised to him like a crossing guard's Stop signal - they hop, like adversaries concerned they may be warming to each other. The pace accelerates, and their taps echo...