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This is the bandleader Harry James talking in 1939, when Frank Sinatra, of Hoboken, N.J., had not yet moved the world. "No one's ever heard of him! He's never had a hit record, and he looks like a wet rag, but he says he's the greatest." Said it. Meant it. Proved...
...disturbingly cheerful number called "The Lynching Blues," in which the company happily dances to a song in which crimes for which slaves were lynched are listed. Migration to Chicago comes next, and with it, the astounding set and choreography of "Industrialization" and the tragedy of "The Chicago Riot Rag." Both Reynolds and 'da Voice (Thomas Silcott) display their versatility in "I Got the Beat/Dark Tower," with her as a glittery white-enrobed baby-voiced diva and him discussing all the big names who hung out in his club...
...tiny, beautiful head touches the mattress, her eyes fly open and tears well up in them. She cries, she keens, she wails and howls. She has no middle range; she is louder than anyone else whom I know personally. She cannot be ignored. And so I sling the spit rag over my shoulder and resume walking the floor, a foot soldier in the old campaign, exhausted, milk stained, borderline paranoid, poorly informed, a man nobody would ever hire to look after a six-week-old infant...
...Bayside Expo Center. Yes, nothing says America like 270,000 square feet of leather-wearing, gas-guzzling, beef-jerky-eating motorcycle show. From the deerskin bustiers to the evangelistic "Riders for Christ," the Great American Motorcycle Show makes you want to put on that American flag do-rag and sing "The Star-Spangled Banner." Any red-blooded American should be proud to shell out their eight dollars to see the latest in Japanese motorcycle technology...
...first monster wave ate him up. Taylor Knox, a 26-year-old pro surfer, disappeared into the churning foam off Mexico's Todos Santos islands like a rag doll tossed into a washing machine. Then he got another chance. He spotted a second wave, even bigger than the first, and paddled straight for it. As he reached the crest, Knox smoothly swiveled, stood up on his board and started sliding down a slick expanse of water as steep as a cliff. Somehow he stayed in control, even though he flew 6 or 7 ft. through the air so that...