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Rooney, who is known for his three-minute editorial commentaries on CBS's 60 Minutes, was in hortatory mode last night, though he allowed flashes of his down-to-earth...
...Benjamin, would jeopardize the White House with an element war could not: grandeur. She loved the White House but wanted more space. She rallied Cabinet officers and engineers to produce a plan for massive buildings attached to the existing White House and an enclosed quadrangle in the French Neoclassical mode. She had public and official support but not that of House Speaker Thomas B. Reed. Miffed by a postal appointment, he refused to let the authorization bill come to the floor. All that is left are preposterous drawings...
Okay, that was unfair. Gore shares a last name with Martin Gore, the main songwriter in Depeche Mode, who was responsible for "Blasphemous Rumours" and "Personal Jesus." Whatever would Tipper think? (Hmm. WWTT. That's a good one.) More ominously, though, he shares it with Lesley Gore (see picture below), singer of "It's My Party." And we all know the refrain don't we? "You would cry too if it happened...
...Custom pedal steel, and I figure, what better time to tackle my old nemesis. It turns out my gift guitar was abused as a young instrument, and I send it to Nashville to be worked on by veteran steel repairman Mike Cass, a classic tinkerer in the Bud Isaacs mode, who has a few extra metal rods custom-made for me for what seems like a ridiculously low price. Mike gives me detailed explanations regarding the butterfly nuts and the torque of the rods underneath, which I pretend to understand, but even a fool can see that the guitar...
What's unbuckled, in places, is the melancholy, which may be the emotional default mode of a man who has buried good friends--Gianni Versace, Princess Diana--and lost others to AIDS. The Elton John who wrote Daniel, with its baffled yearning, is the one who loves the blue-tinted male nudes of John Dugdale, with their Victorian grief. The somber undercurrent is plain even in Andres Serrano's vivid crimson circle in a rectangle of bright yellow, which on closer inspection turns out to be a pool of blood...