Word: crafting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...everyone I know: "It's been a long time since you saw your body/ It looks like someone, yeah, it looks like somebody/ It's not beautiful, it's not ugly/ It's just your body and it looks like somebody else..." It takes an awful lot of songwriting craft to fit that awful, simple truth into a rock and roll song, to balance the fragility it evokes with the anger it ought to evoke. That Helium makes it work is, quietly, a revolutionary accomplishment...
What these shows generally lack, for all their charm, is conflict. Acting, an aphorism of the craft holds, is reacting -- responding spontaneously to what another actor says or does. In one-person shows, that essential tension is missing. Every confrontation feels contrived. No villain or even annoyance gets a fair say. If one-person shows can feel as candid as a session on the psychiatrist's couch, they can also be just as narcissistic...
...doesn't even have a name. For Wolcott, one of 15 helicopter pilots who took part in the ill-fated operation aimed at capturing warlord Mohammed Farrah Aidid, luck ran out when he spotted several armed Somalis firing rocket-propelled grenades at his Black Hawk attack helicopter. Turning the craft broadside to give his gunners a bet- ter shot, Wolcott became a perfect target. A grenade exploded into the side of the chopper. "Super six-one is going down," he yelled into his headset, "Six-one is going in." Those would be his last words. The crash of Wolcott...
Karl Maier, 37, was at the controls of an unarmed MH-6 Little Bird helicopter when he spotted Wolcott's Black Hawk heeling over nose first. The stricken craft smashed into an alley about 500 yds. northeast of the target site the Rangers had first assaulted, its rotors chewing off the corner of a one-story building. Maier's decision was instantaneous. "I'm going in," he announced into his headset, and swung his aircraft toward the street corner. The space was so narrow that his blades barely cleared the houses on both sides as he set his bird...
...ground, the Rangers saw that Wolcott could not have crashed in a worse position. Smashed like a broken eggshell, the cockpit had hopelessly entangled the body of the pilot. To make matters worse, the craft had come to rest on a slight rise in the street, exposing anyone near it to the Somalis' devastating cross fire. "Dust got in my eyes from so many bullets popping off the walls," recalled Specialist John Waddell...