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Julian Cope has nobody to blame but himself. With his psychedelic horn-driven post-punk group The Teardrop Explodes, and on his seven subsequent solo releases, Cope has proven his ability to combine high intellectual weirdness with a razor-sharp pop sensibility. So how come the best singer/songwriter to come out of Liverpool since, say, 1962 has nothing but a half-handful of U.K. hits to show for his 13-year career? Simple: Cope seems to have no idea when he's being a genius and when he's recording pretentious dreck. Well, thank God for anthologists. Floored Genius...
...down a cable into the Thomas P. O'Neill Room two floors below. There, before an audience of Senators, Congressmen and assorted commissioners, magician Harry Blackstone Jr. will draw back a black cloth and reveal the first image ever to be broadcast in digital high-definition television: a razor-sharp picture of a fluttering American flag...
...take (or in this case recommend) the easy and popular course, even -- Lord help us! -- the incidentally-I-have-negotiated- with-Khrushchev bit. Some of the old class resentment and malice toward foes linger too. Doubtless Nixon genuinely believes Boris Yeltsin to be like Khrushchev in concealing a razor-sharp intelligence behind a somewhat oafish exterior. But when he scorns the American "foreign policy elite" for sniffing at Yeltsin because the Russian might not know which fork to use at a state banquet, he is rather obviously settling some old personal scores, and when he calls Mikhail Gorbachev "a Soviet...
...mountain. From there we headed out on foot across a small dam and then walked along an irrigation canal past rice paddies. Our leisurely stroll ended abruptly when the path veered off through 12-ft.-high, aptly named saw grass. But the discomfort of being hacked at by razor-sharp weeds became fond memories when the trail suddenly zoomed up the mountain at a 70 degrees incline. For almost a mile straight up, there was less a path than a series of tenuous toeholds dug into sticky red clay. Several other equally steep but shorter climbs that followed made...
...Good! Good!" Brown shouts, trying to encourage the timid. The scraping of razor-sharp blades on ice continues as Brown reminds the students about that all too important law of gravity: "Don't get too far forward, alright? Otherwise it's kissing-the-ice time...