Word: gorgeousity
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...Chinese movies on Peter Nepstad?s The Illuminated Lantern. And I?m agreeably flummoxed by the attention ladled onto the 175 films made by Spanish bad-film auteur Jesus Franco. Tim Lucas? overview is almost enough to force me to watch, again and again, those tortured films with gorgeous naked women. Anything for film research...
...first take a stroll from the hotel through gorgeous, weather-worn Old Havana, where many of the palaces and plazas date from the 16th and 17th centuries. Highlights include the Teatro Nacional and Plaza de la Catedral, with its nearby open-air market for Che berets and other tourist kitsch. For a brush with real Cubans and a sense of the island's emerging private economy, stroll over to Cuatro Caminos, a farmers' market and photographers' paradise full of colorful fruits, flowers and the ever whimsical fly-covered goat heads...
...write songs," Leiber and Stoller have often said. "We write records." Over the next five years, while managing an ever-drifting roster of Drifters personnel, Leiber and Stoller made gorgeous records. They got three particularly inventive pieces from Pomus and his new writing partner Mort Shuman: "This Magic Moment," "Save the Last Dance for Me" and the can-never-be-played-too-often "Sweets for My Sweet." L&S also encouraged the young songwriters in Broadway?s Brill Building - Gerry Goffin and Carole King ("When My Little Girl Is Smiling"), Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil ("On Broadway"), who were...
...that the last dance will be the most intimate of all. The song is even lovelier if you know the story behind its creation. Leiber, in the book: "Doc was confined to a wheelchair for most of his life, so he couldn?t dance. He was married to this gorgeous blond woman [Broadway and TV actress Willi Burke], and ... he?d say, Yeah, we go out, that?s cool - I like to watch her.? That?s the song...
...stones acquire the hearts of men? At the risk of misinterpreting the famously incomprehensible Rav Kook, it seems to me that there is only one way: if men leave in stones their own hearts. Unlike the gorgeous mosques next door, the Western Wall is nothing to look at—it’s only holy because millions have wept there. And Abbey Road is just another tree-lined avenue in St. John’s Wood—cherished because thousands have had their picture taken in the crosswalk, because millions have looked into someone else?...