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...Listening to in Israel: In the Swinging Sixties, straitlaced Israel rejected the Fab Four's offer to perform. Four decades later, Beatlemania has gripped Tel Aviv, with a Sept. 25 Paul McCartney concert drawing at least 40,000 fans--who forked over as much as $1,500 a pop to see Sir Paul's performance despite death threats lodged against him by a Muslim extremist...
...Gift of Screws,” former Fleetwood Mac guitarist Lindsey Buckingham shows more than just his knack for catchy pop music. He also exhibits such control over the guitar that it sounds rugged on one track (“Treason”) and Sixpence-None-the-Richer on another (“Underground”). What’s more, while pushing age 60, he still maintains a smooth voice that makes me wonder why Fleetwood Mac ever had to hire Stevie Nicks. Unfortunately, the album starts with its weakest song. “Great Day” overplays...
...banned television; most music was sung in Hebrew (even imported Broadway show tunes); and most of its lyrics were nationalist exhortations to collective endeavor, struggle and sacrifice - amid the ever-present danger of of war with hostile Arab neighbors. Still, teenagers escaped from the folksy drudgery of their local pop scene by dialing up European radio stations to savor tracks off the new Beatles for Sale album and to participate, vicariously, in the first stirrings of a cultural revolution brewing in Europe...
...Here’s why: 1) He (founder Matt di Pasquale ’09) interviews himself! When I was younger, I, like many children or schizophrenic people, used to ask myself questions in the mirror, with a hairbrush as a microphone, pretending to be both interviewer and famous pop star. Well, this guy is shamelessly doing it in front of all of us. In a magazine. Asking himself if he has any STDs. In front of all of us. 2) His bio reads like a college application! Regular porn? Whatever. Porn by a guy who names...
...classes began this week in earnest, Camp Harvard ’08 and its sidekick, “Shopping Period,” came to a jarring end. And while freshman Facebook statuses bemoaning its conclusion have begun to pop up across the Harvard network, I can’t help but question the legitimacy of this nostalgia. Because, to be quite frank, Harvard is populated by a group of people who were undoubtedly painfully awkward campers in childhood, and why any such camper would virtually pine for a return to the contrived, queasy confines of any camp-like situation...