Word: croonings
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...cherry brine/Your windows translucent and your broken lullaby." Bennett's smooth, relaxed voice sounds as if it were born knowing what to do on each song and his guitar skills match it perfectly: in "Chinese Cabdriver," a sexy guitar intro winds itself around you before Bennett begins to lazily croon, "Hey, Mr. Cabdriver/Say, where the hell are you takin' me?" Meanwhile, Warren performs some amazing vocal acrobatics--her wonderfully mature voice can be anything from thick and milky sweet in "Babylon" to loose and bluesy in "Goodbye Song," and her smoldering, darkly seductive "I Know What Boys Like" ensures...
...Harvard. Still, the Kroks are, in the end, a singing group. Cufflinks and secret titles for various members with anti-climactic explanations, make for a certain mystique, but in the end, the love of singing and performing is each what bands together the dozen young Harvard men who croon as Harvard's resident lounge lizards. Something there is in human beings that loves to sing. Insofar as it's a way to cut loose, to release the energies of the imagination, it's a force for good. To the extent, however, that it's a question of showing...
NAME: David ("Don't Call Me Jack") Cassidy OCCUPATION: Onetime pop idol BEST PUNCH: Produced a homage to the Rat Pack at Vegas' Desert Inn in which actors croon, banter and re-create, in the words of the show's publicity material, the "swingin'est of eras...
...sure, comes off almost as an endangered species here: cornered, and at times a bit lonely and afraid. Still, Petty evokes rock's glory days with fresh vigor on this CD. His voice seems comfortably worn, ably evoking Bob Dylan's articulate whine and Neil Young's angelic, countrified croon. The songs on Echo don't mess with the form much: they arrive, they rock, they leave. This CD isn't a knockout, but it has punch...
...dates and falls in love at college anymore," there are quite a few Harvard couples who fit the archetypal fairytale. These lucky students have sifted through the mass of pseudo-intellectuals, physicists, Porcellian men, and Pitches to finally stumble upon that one special person to whom they can croon "It had to Be You." These students have evaded the Harvard meat market and have not had to search for a Layla, a showgirl named Lola, a red-lit Roxanne, a Jesse's Girl, a Run-Around Sue or an 867-5309 Jenny. Here are their lives. Brace yourself...