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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Queen of the Highway

Author: By Crimson STAFF Writers, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: New Music | 2/15/2002 | See Source »

Considering the low-profile release of his debut album, Richard Morel has surprisingly hefty credentials. A former engineer for U.S. house auteurs Deep Dish, he’s gone on to remix the likes of Depeche Mode and New Order. Queen of the Highway, then, is intended as his claim to fame, or at least musical autonomy. Apparently designed to showcase the breadth of his abilities, it sets mid-tempo guitar numbers and downtempo head-nodders next to the progressive house for which he’s best known...

Author: By Crimson STAFF Writers, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: New Music | 2/15/2002 | See Source »

...songs of immediacy and relevance. Besides not being able to sing, his lyrics can be cringe-worthy: “So carry these words inside of you / Love is really sad.” Evenly divided between dreadful, plodding songs and competent exercises in a still-lackluster dance subgenre, Queen is sincere but altogether forgettable...

Author: By Crimson STAFF Writers, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: New Music | 2/15/2002 | See Source »

...appearing comfortable with my sexuality, I found life easier, relatively speaking, by the time I was a senior. The confident drag queen was more intimidating than the timid closet case. Whether my harassers feared my vitriolic quips or my confrontational finger snaps, they had stopped whispering, spitting and throwing. My flamboyance had worn them out. Well, most of them. One morning in October, as I left for school, I realized the mailbox was missing. I found my mother’s flower pots shattered on our front steps. I saw the word “faggot” etched...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: My Flaming Valentine | 2/14/2002 | See Source »

It’s been four years since I crossed the stage in stiletto heels to be crowned Mr. Tiger Beauty Queen 1998. I’m still telling dirty jokes and swinging my hips. I grind at gay dance clubs and I am far too affectionate with my gay friends in public. Were my stereotypically homosexual traits a defense mechanism, I suspect they would have peeled off by now in Harvard’s gay-friendly atmosphere. But questions about my behavior and its origin seem irrelevant these past four months. When my mother had her will finalized...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: My Flaming Valentine | 2/14/2002 | See Source »

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