Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...ironic theme running through many of the songs on this album is an implausible one: that Olivia has been jilted by a lover. Why would anyone who looks like Olivia get dumped on repeatedly? It could be her deep love for animals. She lives in Malibu, California, with one cat, four dogs, and five horses, and she harbored thoughts about becoming a veterinarian before she became a star...
...Harvard varsity football program," Richardson asserted before defending champion Eliot House victimized his team. "The system here doesn't run purely on talent; you'll often find discontented guys with a lot of ability, who never got a real shot on the varsity level, playing intramurals because they know deep down inside that it's their last shot at organized ball...
...also benefits from the romantic aura which surrounds the early days of Irish rebellion. Every Catholic child knows the old IRA songs and, for many, the South's war of independence is within memory, or one generation removed. The IRA's promise of a united Ireland strikes a deep emotional chord in Catholics, whether they believe it is advisable or not. The sacrifice of Irishmen in a Catholic cause has a tremendous symbolic appeal. The Catholics have always revered their dead martyrs; the Irish constitution itself begins: "In the name of God and the dead generations...
Booth, the leader of the group, had been an associate professor of economics before he became involved with the fight against the war. He served in World War II, and even after devoting himself to the movement, he retained a deep feeling that somehow his war had been "good," and Vietnam was "bad." Booth believed in the rationale for the Second World War, but not for Vietnam--that, he thought even before the movement began, was an "abomination...
OVERHEAD, the graffiti-bedecked subway trains clatter onward, dragging the sardined hordes of humanity away, in towards Manhattan. Down below, on the street--a saloon-infested, neon-gaudy strip called Roosevelt Ave., deep in the heart of Elmwood, Queens--the people muddle on, oblivious to the noise and to everything else. On the side streets beckon the bars, little Irish holes-in-the-wall where the Hugheses and McAfees gather to put away their beers and spill their guts, and flashy dives where the Puerto Ricans and Blacks, so new to the neighborhood, huddle in self-protection. This...