Word: outfits
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...Count's outfit was nicknamed the Atomic Band, and the seismic swing on this set -- recorded on dates in Manhattan, Miami and Stockholm -- ought to come with a Geiger counter. Vintage arrangements by the likes of Neal Hefti and Frank Foster, players such as Thad Jones and Benny Powell, and the Count guiding the band from the piano with nimble majesty...
...Count's outfit was nicknamed the Atomic Band, and the seismic swing on this set -- recorded on dates in Manhattan, Miami and Stockholm -- ought to come with a Geiger counter. Vintage arrangements by the likes of Neal Hefti and Frank Foster, players such as Thad Jones and Benny Powell, and the Count guiding the band from the piano with nimble majesty...
Back in the late 1950s, Stuart Ressler was one of the eager young scientists trying to crack the genetic code of the DNA molecule. In the mid-'80s, he works the night shift for a computer billing outfit in Brooklyn. What brought Ressler to this dead-end job? That is only one of the questions posed and answered by this demanding, dazzling novel. Also on display are two love stories, two intertwined narratives, vast erudition and a white-knuckled, suspense-filled investigation into the meaning of life...
Back in the late 1950s, Stuart Ressler was one of the eager young scientists trying to crack the genetic code of the DNA molecule. In the mid-'80s, he works the night shift for a computer billing outfit in Brooklyn. What brought Ressler to this dead-end job? That is only one of the questions posed and answered by this demanding, dazzling novel. Also on display are two love stories, two intertwined narratives, vast erudition and a white-knuckled, suspense-filled investigation into the meaning of life...
...wasn't exactly a cold call, in that I had given this outfit my name once upon a time. And the caller wasn't exactly a college kid reading a script; he was a former curator of the Smithsonian. Still, I was getting all set to find some delicate way off the phone ("Oh, gosh, the ambulance is here") when I remembered the Marilyn letter. Forget Abe Lincoln ("Dear Sir: Herewith I send you my autograph, which you request. Yours Truly, A. Lincoln": $5,000). What about Marilyn...