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Word: neon (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Wheels, his 12th album, Mellencamp's social conscience remains as keen as ever, but his small-town twang has evolved into a lusher, worldlier sound. The album, like the diary of a country boy who went to the big city and returned tougher and wiser, is tempered by the neon images and jukebox sounds of urban America, melding straight-ahead electric-guitar licks with the staccato rhythms of the modern melting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Heart of Darkness | 10/18/1993 | See Source »

...clock on a cold, neon-lit morning in New Jersey last Feb. 26 when a yellow Ryder rental van pulled into a Jersey City service station. A blue Honda sedan was right behind it. The attendants were more alert than usual at that hour because the station had recently been robbed. But these customers wanted only gas. The Honda's driver, a tall, red-haired, freckled man, paid for both vehicles with a $50 bill. A curious attendant tried to peer into the van. The driver, a younger, wiry man with a full beard, suddenly hopped out and planted himself...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Secret Life of Mahmud the Red | 10/4/1993 | See Source »

...trip to Boston was uneventful. The bus stopped twice in Central Square, which at 7:15 was already glowing with a multitude of neon signs advertising discount liquor stores...

Author: By Andrew L. Wright, | Title: Out of the Tunnels and Into the Street | 9/30/1993 | See Source »

...Human Wheels, his 12th album, Mellencamp's social conscience remains as keen as ever, but his small-town twang has evolved into a lusher, worldlier sound. The album, like the diary of a Hoosier who went to the big city and returned tougher and wiser, is tempered by the neon images and jukebox sounds of urban America, melding straight-ahead electric-guitar licks with the staccato rhythms of the modern melting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Heart of Darkness | 9/27/1993 | See Source »

...could squeeze his Girbaud-clad body onto the dance floor felt like every eye in the club was watching him. And they were--every inch of the wall and ceiling gleamed with mirrors, so you and all your friends, shrouded in a subtle veil of fire-engine-red neon, could always be on stage...

Author: By Michael K. Mayo, | Title: Narcissus Fuit, Or the Death of a Real Club | 7/6/1993 | See Source »

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