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...fact, they also double as lepers, whores and other crowd members when they aren't dancing)--but they're a "presence" that is less a part of the plot and more a part of the music. They are a lot like the flygirls who appeared on the now-defunct TV variety show "In Living Color," kicking dance-ass and taking names while punctuating the story line with risque, hyper-energetic, musical exclamation points. To put it simply, they put the rock in rock opera...
...Tremont Brewery Charlestown Commerce Center 50 Terminal Street Boston (617) 646-3400 Tours: Friday and Saturday, 4 p.m. FREE. The Lost Brewery Tour: November 7, 1999-This historical bus tour in the fall of Boston's defunct breweries is sure to please homebrewers, Boston history buffs, and collectors. Call (617) 242-6464. Directions: Take Storrow Drive to Leverett Circle. Go around the circle to the McGrath/O'Brien Highway, past the Museum of Science. Take a right at the first set of lights and go over the Gilmore Bridge. Take a right at the bottom of the bridge onto Rutherford...
...With a defunct sitcom and a fledgling talk show, a girl's got to find some way to get attention. So last week ROSEANNE and the Barr Flies commandeered New York City's legendary downtown club CBGB and cracked some of rock's finer chestnuts. Opening with a Rolling Stones medley, the former Ms. Arnold interpreted Satisfaction in ways Mick Jagger surely never intended and with a refreshing indifference to melody. She screeched her way through My Generation and I Wanna Be Sedated, pausing only to eat chocolate, swill beer and swear, charming the young crowd with her atonal exuberance...
Leaders of Harvard and Radcliffe attended a dinner last Sunday to celebrate the final meeting of the now-defunct Radcliffe Board of Trustees...
Hugh Montgomery couldn't resist the instincts born of a lifetime spent in the service of the Central Intelligence Agency. Finding himself in the inner sanctum of his former nemesis, Erich Mielke, the Minister of State Security in the defunct East German government, Montgomery covertly flipped up the lid of Mielke's typewriter with practiced expertise and gave the ribbon a quick once-over for latent images. No wonder they called him the spy's spy. A veteran of the CIA's Berlin operations base, Montgomery deftly vaulted over a guard rope, spun around in Mielke's chair with schoolboy...