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...school of "maniacal comedy," could be Goldthwait's evil twin. Like Goldthwait, Kinison depends on high decibels for laughs; his routines build into angry punch lines delivered as piercing screams. But where Goldthwait is a demented child, Kinison, who drapes his pudgy frame in the seedy overcoat of a Times Square flasher, is a depraved adult, fuming over the indignities visited on him in the Reaganite, feminist '80s. A former Pentecostal minister who grew up in Peoria, Ill., Kinison, 33, specializes in foulmouthed tirades on sex and religion. Several of his lines had to be blipped from a Saturday Night...
...tall and thin, with curly blond hair cascading over his ears and neck, a mustache and a goatee, a thrift-shop tweed coat, a 1940s-vintage wool overcoat and a single earring. Britton will lead today's workshop on the fine points of piping technique. He is something of a phenomenon: only 26, he has been a master piper for a decade. He did have an unfair advantage: his father George was a folk musician and music teacher before it was fashionable and was a founder of the venerable Philadelphia Folk Song Society. Tim started on baritone ukulele before...
...Saturday, the 23rd anniversary of his brother John's death, Sen. Edward M. Kennedy '54 (D-Mass) paid a visit to Soldier's Field Park just in time to catch his alma mater's football victory. Wearing a navy blue overcoat and boots muddied from tailgating in the surrounding fields, Kennedy took a stadium seat after visiting the Arlington National Cemetery graves of his brothers, President John F. Kennedy '40 and Robert F. Kennedy...
When the affair wrapped up, I spent twenty minutes playing pop culture archaeologist in the coat room, finally finding my overcoat underneath a woman's cloak made from the pelts of 200 possums. At least that's what it said on the label...
...dressed in a threadbare overcoat and a small boy in rags stand in a sewage-clogged shantytown street just outside Luanda. The man has no right leg, the boy no left. As the boy hammers out a rhythm with a stick on a battered tin can, the man begins to swing his shortened limb in time to the beat. Others join in. Some waggle truncated arms, others hop on withered stumps. Soon nearly 100 cripples are shaking their mutilated bodies to the beat of the weird tin drum...