Word: moans
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...Carmen does not stop here: throughout the song, the dragoons bounce up and down in rhythm, grimace and moan under the Colonel's weight, and end up overwhelming Propp's noble effort. The chorus's distraction in this scene is especially regrettable because the Players have added a sensational new verse to the patter-song in which Gilbert's original recipe--including "the pluck of Lord Nelson on board of the Victory" and "the humor of Fielding (which sounds contradictory)"--is supplemented by additives like "the biceps of Ryan O'Neal" and "the eyeballs of Kermit the Frog...
Nonetheless, Gaines has enjoyed swimming. "I may bitch and moan, but I wouldn't trade it. It's taken me to China. Hawaii. Germany--all over the world--given me a full scholarship to college, and made me friends forever...
That is all they do. In Lanford Wilson's off-Broadway hit, the inmates and their equally downtrodden keeper yell, moan, squawk and whimper at each other for about two hours. When the play ends, their home is one day closer to its demise: so are they; nothing else has changed. Because the play has virtually no plot, it relies entirely on its characters to propell it along and keep its audience interested. And because the actors in this Dunster House production make the residents neither believable nor interesting, Hot I Baltimore makes for an almost unrelievedly dreary evening...
...Crimson, every year you are taken over by a bunch of well-meaning ambitious types who think they are going to set you on fire and make your pages glow and glitter and sparkle and grab readers by the eyeballs and pull them into your embrace until they moan and beg for more. Every year you will be remade in their image, and you give some and take some, but keep your basic shape until another like-minded team starts rubbing its palms in anticipation...
...voice rings out over an expanse of synthesized whooshing, as a ghostly chorus of deep Bowie-voices echoes every word and moan. A song like this suggests Bowie is not at all rootless, but almost pathological in his self-inspection, picking through the bones of his past work in a frantic attempt to piece together his own skeleton...