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There were two distinct highlights. The first was a basic 50's 12 bar treatment of a song called. "Your Mama Don't Dance (and Your Daddy Don't Rock and Roll)" that featured one perfect mid-chorus sax lick, a perfect maybe four note frill. This one also had a baritone sax solo, and a final chorus that couldn't be denied. "Vahevela," introduced as "the three day version," followed, song draws on the increasingly popular music of the West Indies. The considerably extended stage version exploits the rhythms of the West Indies in a long purely percussive break...
...rate Mersault concludes - like that other overweening youth Stephen Dedalus - that he was not made for love but "for the innocent and terrible dark god he would henceforth serve. To lick his life like barley sugar, to shape it, sharpen it - that was his whole passion." Instead he dies rather romantically of tuberculosis...
...Charles that have not yet been sacrificed to the upriver march of sewer pipes. It might be the sort of weekend to lie in the grass listening to songs of young romance on WROR--FM and read old Bennett Beach columns, to toss a whiffle ball or lick a yogurt cone strolling down Brattle Street. That sort of weekend is the oregano of our salad lays--and it might seem hard to knock...
...seems only yesterday that Helen Gurley Brown told Cosmopolitan readers: "You've got to make yourself more cupcakeable all the time so that you're a better cupcake to be gobbled up." Meanwhile Hugh Hefner was giving Playboy readers lessons on how to lick off the frosting without actually paying for that cake. Like silent partners, Brown and Hefner-Miss Cupcake and Mr. Sweet Tooth-shared the profits of the sexual revolution* while remaining happily oblivious to the militant feminism that arrived in its wake...
More than most states, Florida embraces the best and worst of America. The losers of life still flock to Daytona Beach to drive cabs and lick their wounds in the sun; the winners arrive at Palm Beach in private yachts and jets to relieve the pressures. Cuban refugees come to Miami to make a new beginning, while a million blacks chafe at the newcomers' ability to take away their jobs by working for less pay. Retired citizens in Hawaiian shirts fill the benches at Sarasota, while migrant workers pass silently through the state in their circuitous search for work...