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Word: funs (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...restrained joy of treaty morning had ripened into the Baptist version of fun by that night. Old angers were left outside the big top. Warmth flowed along with the California wine. Clark Clifford, waiting for the President to greet the crowd, was a man who had always been suspicious of the show of religion in statecraft. Still, touched by the spiritual nature of the day's events, he found himself wishing that Carter would say grace, something that has never been done in memory at a state dinner. Almost as if there had been thought transference. Carter then announced...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MIDDLE EAST: In Celebration of Peace | 4/9/1979 | See Source »

...None of the warmth or festiveness was lost in the cavernous, 45-ft.-high tent, which somehow, perhaps because of the informal table hopping, seemed almost cozy. The candelabra on the tent poles created a romantic mood, almost like that of a college prom. It was comfortable, pleasant and fun, but not ostentatious...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: The Feast of Joy | 4/9/1979 | See Source »

...rehearing and rote performance, take on a new quality, derived from Rotten's conviction that they really matter, at least to him. Sid Vicious contributes two sock-hop numbers--"Something Else" and "C'mon Everybody"--and a rollicking remake of "Rock Around the Clock." Punk rock wants to be fun and these tracks succeed in being just that. As Johnny Rotten once said, "Rock and roll is supposed to be fun. You remember fun, don't ya? You're supposed to enjoy it. It's not supposed to be about critics, or spending 100 fucking years learning a million chords...

Author: By Paul A. Attanasio, | Title: Kill Rod Stewart | 4/4/1979 | See Source »

...their idea of fun...

Author: By Paul A. Attanasio, | Title: Kill Rod Stewart | 4/4/1979 | See Source »

...fortune of the very, very few who are born into an artistic movement that mirrors their inner sensibility, whose untrammeled self-expression jibes exactly, as if predestined, with the zeitgeist. He was the quintessential punk, with his chalk-white, emaciated body, his spiked hair and suicide-scars and drunken, fun-loving leer. When he danced the pogo, it became the rage; when he pieced together his clothes with safety pins, that device became the emblem of an entire subculture. He realized that old age would be a breach of decorum--that, like Keith Moon, he could never grow...

Author: By Paul A. Attanasio, | Title: Kill Rod Stewart | 4/4/1979 | See Source »

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