Word: popped
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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That was all for Duffell and Walsh called inVail, who had pitched five-plus innings to get thevictory Saturday in Game One. The righthander gotMitchell to pop out to Huling in center and thenfanned Boran, who had just homered, before he wasmobbed by his Ancient Eight-champion teammates...
...burst onto the national stage. At 27, he is already a major star in Latin America. He first caught the eye of English-speaking U.S. audiences with his joyous, hip-swiveling, eye-catchingly over-the-top performance at the Grammy Awards last February. Now, on May 11, the Latin pop star is set to release his first English-language album, Ricky Martin (C2Records/Columbia). And he is raring to hit mainstream stardom. "Everything I do, I do when I'm ready," Martin says. "So now is the moment...
...feel it. Ricky is not a great CD, but it is energetic, forceful and eager to please. Martin works furiously to satisfy, to charm, to get feet moving, to keep hearts racing. This is an unabashed pop record, but it's saved by its Latin soul. It's charged with peppy horns and churning percussion and lyrics that veer from English to Spanish and back again. Martin's singing talents are limited--his voice lacks power and depth--but he is not out simply to vocalize, he's out to entertain. On Shake Your Bon-Bon, he parties hard...
DIED. AL HIRT, 76, corpulent pop and jazz trumpeter also known as "Jumbo" and "the Round Mound of Sound"; of liver disease; in New Orleans. The ever affable Hirt was an institution in his hometown of New Orleans, where he ran a Bourbon Street club and had a stake in football's Saints. During a five-decade career, he toured with Big Bands led by Benny Goodman and Tommy Dorsey, recorded more than 50 albums and won a Grammy. He continued to play local clubs until the last weeks of his life...
...husband and I would furiously click away for hours on end, barely speaking, as we played a video game called Bust-a-Move 2. I realized we had a problem when the game took over my dreams. All night my unconscious self would arrange rows of colored bubbles, then pop them. I awoke exhausted. My husband (Josh Quittner, writer of the article preceding this one) confessed that he heard the game's treacly theme song whenever our dishwasher hit the rinse cycle...