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...other side of the ice (and the win-loss column) sits BC Coach Steve Cedorchuck who took over the Eagles last year, after the retirement of legend Len Ceglarski...
...anyone ever call him John? When Dizzy Gillespie died last week at age 75, after a bout with pancreatic cancer, he was known the world over by his nickname. He was busted out of the Cab Calloway band in 1941 for excessive clowning, so legend has it; Calloway, no sobersides himself, could not have foreseen the full implications of the Gillespie handle. In any case, Dizzy required elbow room; he was preparing to break a mess of musical rules. Jazz, always loose, was about to be set free...
NOTHING MAKES AN OPERA MORE CLASsical than a mythological subject, and nothing makes it more modern than psychology. Playwright Craig Lucas (Prelude to a Kiss) and composer Gerald Busby fuse the two in ORPHEUS IN LOVE, an off- Broadway retelling of the Orpheus legend -- mingling hints of Oedipus -- in which the characters are music teachers or pupils and hell is interwoven with high school. The sound, too, (by a string quartet, piano and two bassoons) - hovers between melodic-traditional and staccato-modern. Kirsten Sanderson's witty staging deftly evokes dreams -- their fleeting lyricism, transposed logic, sexual ambiguity and poignant blend...
...ever said replacing a TV legend would be easy, but NBC's problems following Johnny Carson's retirement from Tonight last May have been worse than anyone could have predicted. Picking Leno as Carson's successor seemed a logical move at the time; Leno, after all, had drawn good ratings as Carson's permanent guest host. But Letterman, once regarded as Carson's heir apparent, was publicly grumpy at being passed over. And Leno, a well-liked and hardworking comic, has suffered a shocking run of bad publicity, much of it stemming from the hardball booking tactics employed...
...parabola of supreme artistry and self-destruction, was, as she says, up a little bit, then down. Way down. Her last dire days, her body racked with junk and her voice cracked like thawing ice, have been rued and romanticized. When she died in 1959, the superstructure of the legend was already raised: the instinctive jazz talent, full of early genius, snuffed out by racism, callow commercialism and self-indulgence, her best work far behind...