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...coach. And look out for Troy Bell and the Boston College Eagles. Al Skinner, he may be a Cream Puff Delight, but between Bell and Diaper Dandy Ryan Sidney, these Eagles will soar! And Ohio State and Jim O'Brien? Come on, baby! He'd make the All Frank Lloyd Wright team! He's an architect, baby! Slam...
...trend that worries mainstream classical performers. The star cellist Julian Lloyd Webber talks of a "vicious circle." Says he: "The way the record companies are working now is dangerous. When you go over and over the same Verdi and Puccini tunes, you shrink the repertoire and the industry constricts." In other words, by ignoring new classical music, by burying their budgets in the past, the record companies might be endangering their future...
...people with their own funny little problems--and we got to know them all. We watched testifying staffers, the Energy Secretary who presided over the loss of our nuclear secrets behind a copy machine, the desperate members of the Clinton spin machine, George Stephanopoulos trying to look old, Lloyd Bentsen trying to look young and a first family that was to "Married with Children" what the Kennedy's were to "Camelot." We haven't had so much fun since before Henry Kissinger left public life. Clinton's team was fun to watch because they became larger than life...
Colin Powell may be a hero, but he doesn't bake cookies for foreign leaders like Madeline Albright. He's also not pen pals with Kim Il Jung. Paul O'Neill is no Lloyd Bentsen, or Bob Rubin either. John Ashcroft may hold the perfect beliefs of an Attorney General from 125 years ago, but he will never welcome us to Janet Reno's Dance Party and tell us to "Stop moshing!" In fact, Ashcroft is so conservative that he refused to dance at his own gubernatorial inaugural ball in Missouri. Labor Secretary Chao can see over a podium. Clinton...
...more serious problem with Jane Eyre, which has been on the slow track to Broadway since opening in Toronto in 1996, is its uninspired score, with music and lyrics (beware of newcomers who do both) by Paul Gordon. Lacking either the melodic sweep of Andrew Lloyd Webber or the anthemic vitality of the Les Miz team, the music blends together into one pseudo-operatic murk. The lyrics, full of talk about spring mornings and secret souls, are no better, flattening Jane's spirit as firmly as any of her Victorian taskmasters. In the novel, for example, Jane makes a momentous...