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...juiciest treasure trove of backstage gossip, sex and drugs since 'The Andy Warhol Diaries'...FORECAST: Little, Brown editor Geoff Shandler got the buzz going on this book at BookExpo in May, and a first serial in this month's issue of Vanity Fair has heightened the buzz to a roar. Ubiquitous media coverage and rave reviews should rocket this one onto bestseller lists...
Their engines could not be heard above the roar of the crowd as lead Strokes singer Julian Casablancas held up a Green Bay Packers helmet and led his entourage of band mates and roadies towards the center of a ring of fans that was gathering around them...
...most of all, the album simply avoids the usual pitfalls of live albums—poor sound quality, tone-deaf guitar work, inane stage banter, etc. James Lynch and Marc Orrell’s guitars roar without overpowering the songs; indeed, two of the Murphys’ most rousing offerings (“For Boston” and a strangely moving “Amazing Grace”) feature enigmatic bagpiper Spicy McHaggis. Even the audience comes through in the clutch, shouting lyrics word-for-word when charismatic frontman Al Barr’s voice drops out. Of course, nothing...
...Black Hawk helicopters extricated Maroyka and the other seriously wounded men. As midnight approached, three CH-47s returned to the valley's southern tip. Perez wearily climbed up the ramp, where he ran into Grippe. "Are you sure we've got everybody?" Grippe yelled at him over the roar of the turbines. For the first time that day, Perez had his doubts. He scampered into the darkness and surveyed the area with his night-vision goggles one more time. Finding no Americans, he ran back to the chopper just before it lifted off. Maroyka had to hand...
...supporters neared Waskora, a tiny village in the lush Vale of Kashmir. A cheering, chanting crowd brought him to a halt, while men and women in nearby apple orchards and barley fields threw down their baskets and hoes and ran yelling to join the swelling procession. To a roar of approval, Sofi was hoisted onto the saddle of a mountain pony draped in scarlet and gold tapestry. As he rode down an avenue of poplars, women danced and sang, and a pack of young men leaped and jigged. Again and again the cry rose up: "Long live Sofi...