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...when I was finally able to escape into the quiet streets of Boston to assuage the ringing in my poor assaulted ears. Thanks to a street musician who plucked a bare tune on his banjo and soothed me with his baritone, I was relieved. Jonny Lang is no flash in the pan as a musician, but his flashy presence definitely needs some lubrication...

Author: By Judy P. Tsai, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: HERE'S JONNY! | 3/19/1999 | See Source »

...when I was finally able to escape into the quiet streets of Boston to assuage the ringing in my poor assaulted ears. Thanks to a street musician who plucked a bare tune on his banjo and soothed me with his baritone, I was relieved. Jonny Lang is no flash in the pan as a musician, but his flashy stage presence definitely needs some lubrication...

Author: By Marcelline Block, AND CONTRIBUTING WRITERS | Title: Visual Arts and Music | 3/19/1999 | See Source »

...Want to flash back even farther? Go back to a time when girls were Material and guys broke (danced) like Michael Jackson at Leverett's 80s Dance. Leverett Dining Hall...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SATURDAY MAR 20 | 3/18/1999 | See Source »

...thin one: Bill's Story, which shows how these two were catastrophes waiting to self-destruct upon impact. Bill and Monica are equally immature, with bottomless needs, heedless narcissism and steamer trunks of emotional baggage, destined to fall into a carnal swoon hours after they met. That thong flash in the chief of staff's office, which certainly grabbed the President's attention, could have landed her in Secret Service leg irons, but to her it was just "one step further in their flirtation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Story Within the Story | 3/15/1999 | See Source »

...word "emporium," insisting that my friends and I were mistakenly visiting his old billiards hang-out, "Good Time Callie's." The towering marquees, however, confirmed that we were entering the famed den of Somerville carousal and inflated Michelob paraphernalia. Before gaining admittance, I was asked to flash my driver's license, convincing the bouncer I wasn't a parentless 17-year-old in need of quenching my keno machine addiction...

Author: By Eloise D. Austin, | Title: IN THE MEANTIME | 3/11/1999 | See Source »

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