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...return home, those who cupped their hands to follow him. Why? Because those who cupped their hands were taking just what they needed, a sign they were there out of commitment. And in a meeting with his staff the next morning, he drew on the work of a Scottish mountain climber, W.H. Murray: "Until one is committed, there is hesitancy...the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too." Tearful campaign workers lined the walls a few moments later as Gore announced to reporters: "It's a new campaign...
...TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN...
...this Seuss all of a sudden? For the answer, go to the top of the mountain, to the petite, 79-year-old blond, blue-eyed widow. When she met Ted Geisel in the mid-1960s, she was still married to physician Grey Dimond, with whom she had two daughters. After her divorce, and after Ted's first wife Helen committed suicide in 1967, Audrey and Ted were married. Until the end of his life, Audrey devoted herself to his care. "The idea was to keep the body there so it could take that mind as far as it wanted...
With the sequence secured, we went to New England Digital Recordings (NEDR) to get the disc mastered. Mastering prepares the music for its final fate as zeroes and ones in a CD groove. First Toby Mountain, the owner of NEDR, transferred the songs from half-inch tape to hard drive. During the transfer, Toby boosted the lows and highs of the EQ. This made the songs sound fuller and more present; more life in the vocals and more "seat" in the bass and kick drum...
...unlike Faulkner, Southern Culture has an appreciation for corn liquor, with Miller dedicating "King of the Mountain" to "the sellers of homegrown hillbilly liquor out of the trunk of a Chevy Cutlass." The crowd was certainly driving towards a sort of zenith of intoxication (and towards a Motel 6), with tatooed-up indie rock fans and prepped-out 20-something ladies and gents nodding their heads and quaffing brewskies in syncopation with Southern Culture's twangy guitar riffs and rapid-fire drum beats. Beer (and, one would hope, the more appropriate whiskey sours) were washing down heaping handfuls of "Banana...