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...every other major hip-hop artist; Nas has started wrestling with the issues at the core of life in places like the Queensbridge Projects, where he grew up. This is not to say that he has completely abandoned mindless thug banter, such as the "Kill, Kill, Kill/Murder, Murder, Murder" refrain of "Shoot 'em up," but he has certainly clawed his way into hip-hop's most elite circles of lyricism. Any doubters should check out "Project Windows," a track with Ron Isley that might make even Rudy Giuliani weep for the less fortunate...
...Soon after, in the only dominant sing-along moment of the entire concert, the crowd chanted the refrain to "Lazy Boy Dash": "Son, you better get up/You better get up while you can." The crowd certainly did get up for the rest of the set, and the band's final song, the angst-ridden mid-'90s hit "High" which spawned some friendly, energetic shoving. The Paradise was finally rocking...
...dose of self-awareness and ample humour, but the real star of the show is firstyear Kathleen Stetson. As the unwillingly betrothed Josephine, Stetson is simply luminous. From the melancholic torch songs of "Sorry Her Lot" and "The Hours Creep on Apace" to her puckish asides before and during "Refrain Audacious Tar", she has a positively radiant stage presence, extracting pathos in being the leashed Captain's daughter, alternately revelling in distinctly un-ladylike defiance. The chorus does well too, small choreographed numbers being infused with refinement on behalf of the women, and gangly indelicacy among the sailors...
...fortunate can sleep all day and relax at night," Williams said. "But all are not free," he added, in a refrain he repeated throughout the speech...
Introspection, contemplation--of what, exactly? That may be beside the point; the common refrain here is the chance to reflect simply on this raucous, wildly overpromoted night. When Minneapolis, Minn., public relations executive David Feider thinks about this New Year's Eve, for instance, he fantasizes about absconding to a hideaway along Lake Superior to "stare at the moon, as far away from the rabble as possible"--to escape not Y2K-prompted food riots or the Four Horsemen but rather the omnipresent buzz over the event. "I can't really identify with it anymore," he says. "People are getting...