Word: concertized
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...ambitious politician, name recognition is half the battle. By this standard, Chicago Mayor Jane Byrne, up for re-election in April 1983, appears to have declared all-out war. She has plastered her name on everything in sight: garbage cans and lampposts, billboards, transit passes, police stations and concert posters. This weekend, for instance, Chicagoans will celebrate "Mayor Byrne's Labor Day Concert and Fireworks," the latest in a long line of personalized events. In this advertising campaign, even the city's name is sometimes omitted, as in "Precinct Headquarters, Jane M. Byrne, Mayor." Said an almost admiring...
Your article inaccurately indicates that all members on the congressional fact-finding mission to the Middle East were in agreement in their perceptions of the situation there and that they acted in concert in dealing with leaders of the warring factions. That was clearly not the case. From the beginning, I saw the meeting with Yasser Arafat as a propaganda ploy by the P.L.O., and I chose not to attend it. I immediately denounced the document that Congressman Pete McCloskey obtained from Arafat as nothing new and possibly a harmful deception...
...younger generation knows that $9,287 will not buy many tickets to a Fleetwood Mac concert, but the S.M.A.P. remembers when $10,000 was generally accepted as the unofficial frontier to wealth. To be "a $10,000-a-year man" was synonymous with membership in the upper middle class. That was what the S.M.A.P.'S father had earned as a professor at Harvard, and when the S.M.A.P. was young he considered it the height of vaulting ambition to earn as much. Some day, when he too made $10,000 a year, he would be able to consider himself...
...course, if you have heard their stuff, seeing them live can be downright illuminating, for more than most bands the Gang defines itself in concert. The sheer responsibility of leading that flock of faithful followers dancing wildly before them evokes the best of the Gang. The brutal drive of King and Gill--suffused by the stylish yet restrained nature of a record-comes to life, egged on by the demanding presence of the audience...
...casual listener can seem almost excruciatingly pedantic. These guys actually have a sense of humor, which is a lot more than you can say about such dogged revolutionaries as the Clash. When King screams. "The girls they love to see you shoot" or "Life! It's a shame" in concert, you almost have to laugh, and by their commanding presence on stage, they betray the happy revelation that maybe they aren't that hardened after all. Maybe Marxism can even be fun: their lyrics merely good principles to go along with, not written in stone dogma...