Word: hops
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...postmodernism in your mouth and you'll find it's indigestible. Thankfully, and refreshingly, kitsch-pop masters Pizzicato Five can still render postmodernism an enjoyably tasteful joy ride. They trip through safe and smiley TV-land in a jalopy heap slapped together from '60s and jap pop, hip hop beats, funk threads, classical samples, bossa nova riffs and exotica, running on smooth easy-listening gas. Maki Nomiya and Yasuharu Konishi blend and blush an all-Japanese soundtrack to the imaginary lifestyle of the international playboy/girl set. "Rolls Royce" is experimentally clever but strung on an annoying shrill that detracts from...
...postmodernism in your mouth and you'll find it's indigestible. Thankfully, and refreshingly, kitsch-pop masters Pizzicato Five can still render postmodernism an enjoyably tasteful joy ride. They trip through safe and smiley TV-land in a jalopy heap slapped together from '60s and jap pop, hip hop beats, funk threads, classical samples, bossa nova riffs and exotica, running on smooth easy-listening gas. Maki Nomiya and Yasuharu Konishi blend and blush an all-Japanese soundtrack to the imaginary lifestyle of the international playboy/girl set. "Rolls Royce" is experimentally clever but strung on an annoying shrill that detracts from...
...name of the concert "In Close Corners" was certainly justified--the Adams Pool Theater does have a rather intimate ambiance. The dancers managed to take this all in stride, though, using the aisles and risers with remarkable grace. The music was loud and well suited to the complicated hip-hop and jazz moves that are Mainly Jazz's style. Between the charming chair-dancing routine in Salt and Pepa's "Shoop" and a seductive rendition of Janet Jackson's "Velvet Rope," there came a point in the performance where neither Salt nor Pepa nor Ms. Jackson herself could have better...
...there's one in there somewhere, but good luck following it. It starts out quite intriguing: the free love of the '60s had done some damage in London, as Julia (Winslet) finds herself unmarried with two little girls and the father nowhere in sight. The obvious solution is to hop on a train to Morocco and start anew. Right. The film starts abruptly, shoving you into their life in Morocco where the girls run wild through the dirt streets and mommy sells handmade dolls. One random day a street performer named Bilal (Taghmaoui) walks--on his hands--into their lives...
...drive it everywhere. Having to rely on public transportation is like having to depend on Viagra. When you're in the mood to do something, it's no fun waiting for the train to pull up to the station. At home you can just hop in the driver's seat, pop on the radio...