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...Hip-hop artist Michael J. Mure ’09 could lose $132—and Harvard Square will almost certainly lose a longtime landmark—when the Tower Records music store on Mt. Auburn Street closes this winter. The store has sold two dozen of Mure’s CDs over the past six months, and he was expecting payment in September. But in August, Tower declared bankruptcy for the third time in its 46-year history. And on Saturday, a liquidation company, the Great American Group, bought Tower off the auction block. “Everything from...
Petrich got off work at 5 p.m., starting two hours later than the rest of the group. With constraints on both time and money in mind, Petrich heads to Dickson Brothers. She hopes to find components of a look that she describes as “cool, classy, hip.” She walks out with contact grip liner and three feet of gold jack chain for the price...
When St. Martin's press begins promoting the latest work from novelist K'wan next month, the campaign won't look like the marketing for, say, the corporate thrillers of Joseph Finder. Funkmaster Flex, the hip-hop evangelist, is closer to the flavor. K'wan's reading audience is loyal--he has more than 400,000 books in print. But titles like Gangsta, Road Dawgz and his latest, Hood Rat, have captured an audience well outside St. Martin's usual purview. So instead of signings at Barnes & Noble, St. Martin's is planning giveaways and readings in barber shops...
This Spanish-language album is a mixed bag of sugary pop and hip-shaking Latin rock. Fijacin Oral is vastly better than Shakira's English efforts, which have never had the confidence of her singing in her native tongue. The intricately crafted lyrics in songs like Escondite Ingls allow her to work out that wonderfully warbled voice. And Shakira's reputation for writhing is safe with La Tortura, her rocked-out-yet-folky duet with Spanish crooner Alejandro Sanz. You'll have no choice but to get up and dance...
...musical history of the South? Nowhere to be found. I expected bodies on the floor and uncontrollable balling on a legendary scale. I expected an unstoppable force of screen-pimping that would put D’Angelo to shame. Instead, the greatest four-and-a-half minutes in crossover hip-hop since “Walk This Way” has been mutated into an alternate universe McDonald’s commercial. Now when Thicke wails his head off out of nowhere about a “shotgun surprise,” the raw impact is replaced with a soft...