Word: rooms
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Accompanied only by Ghegan's tenor sax, Pat reminded us once again of his solo acoustic artistry. Pulses of veteran audience members raced as, just as hoped, Walsh and Williams strolled casually on stage. "It's 5:15," they suddenly chimed; their rich, warm, blood-rushing harmonies melted the room. Magic, pure magic. The moment was crystallized...
...Where do women fit in a world where the music of social unrest is the grounds for American-style success stories? The only space that I see for women is one that makes room for subversion, because if women are going to argue for room at all, it needs to be new room. Let me restate: Honey, we gotta make a change. In fact, if we are to look at hip hop from a progressive-evolutionist stand point, we'd have to say that the boys can never go back to the way they were, go back to speaking because...
WALK INTO ANY laundry room on campus and you're bound to find them: crusty, stained underwear carelessly left behind during the transfers from bag to washer to dryer and back again. Though you may cringe at the sight of them, with a touch of commercial savvy these misplaced undies could be your ticket to financial success...
...bidders. Yes, these bidders may be sick, but should that prevent this profitable enterprise? Imagine how much someone might pay for the panties of a NCAA Harvard hockey champ? Or a U.C. Bigwig? How much more for a bra-underwear set? The opportunities are endless. But please, no laundry room brawls--there are more than enough to go around...
...myself. I simply am. If KRS-1 claims that one can "be hip-hop, standing in line at the supermarket," why can't I be hip-hop while concentrating in C.S.? Don't I listen to Cypress Hill's "Hits From the Bong" in the Science Center terminal room? Don't I fight for my right to party? I smile as I recall the wealthy, cookie-cutter suburb of New York City where I grew up. Maybe I'm not quite ready to break out the turntables and drop rhymes like my childhood in a multi-acre, tree-lined estate...