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...stage last was Start, Go!, who also put out a fairly tight performance with their brand of Dashboard Confessional rock. General pop-punk gave way to one or two good slow burners. The five song set was highlighted by their new track “Cut Like a Knife?? which showed a lot of promise, but a between-song MySpace plug seemed to turn off a few crowd members. It wasn’t really clear which of the band members were Harvard students as they definitely had an older look. Also of note was the lead guitarist?...
...even sing in this band, he just speaks the lyrics. : / 3. “The Life Pursuit” by Belle and Sebastian—I just thought they were a fortuitously named singer-songwriter duo. Whatevs. 4. “Silent Shout” by The Knife??They’re from Sweden, and they dress like birds sometimes, so I thought it would sound like Björk. They do not sound like Björk :( 5. “Hell Hath No Fury” by Clipse—Ever since the Women?...
...capitol in 1981 to head up the Pentagon and stayed in the job until 1987, serving longer than any secretary of defense except Robert S. McNamara.Administering the largest peacetime defense buildup in history, which totaled $2 trillion, Weinberger saw his nickname change from “Cap the Knife??—an unflattering moniker he had earned for cutting public spending during the 1970s—to “Cap the Shovel.”Renowned as an anti-Soviet hawk, Weinberger explained in his 2001 memoirs, “In the Arena: A Memoir...
...Song of Sexual Dependency,” is a master of this music—which can be best described as “Cabaret” for more sophisticated listeners. The two classic songs from the opera, “The Ballad of Mack the Knife?? and “Pirate Jenny,” are so well-performed and well-sung that I doubt I’ll ever be able to separate the memory of the former from the wide-eyed stare and thrilling voice of John D. Kapusta...
...only are you left with black and blues, but tired quads and achy knees. Sounds more like running stadiums than dancing to reggaeton.Perhaps I was spoiled by a finger-snapping father who pulled my sisters and I onto the dance-floor as soon as “Mac the Knife?? began to play, by my party-loving mother who taught us each how to fox-trot at an early age, or by my grandparents, Kathryn and Arthur Murray, who spawned a generation of jitter-bugging, tango-lovin’ dancers during the Depression. The Murrays built a successful...