Word: shadowing
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...next emer-gency. Welles was aces at this game. He needn?t spend months reimagining a play script, or weeks in rehearsal; he could do the shows in what passed for spare time in his life. And he could be anyone: Canadian quints or, his most famous characterization, The Shadow, asking, "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" and laughing with a maniacal sonorousness that winked at the listeners or frightened them. Welles loved radio; it loved him back, whatever the cost, whoever he was playing that week. As Thomson notes, "radio became the staple of Welles...
...time was filled with them. The Mercury got $50,000 for the nine hours, from which it was to pay the cast and the staff, except for Herrmann and the musicians. But Welles wasn?t in it for the money; he?d already made money as The Shadow. No: he thought it would be fun to run a radio show...
...company?s Broadway hit, now with radio commentator H.V. Kaltenborn barking out Suetonius? chronicle of the death of a dictator. CBS had renewed the Mercury?s contract for 13 more weeks; it would now be opposite Charlie McCarthy on Sundays at 8. Welles had an over-lapping commitment: "The Shadow" was on from 5:30 to 6:00. So he had less than two hours to get to the CBS studio, run through the dress rehearsal and make changes before the show aired. We can hear Welles calling out directions. "Louder." Then (in the middle of one of his intimate...
...usual, Aaliyah arrived dressed all in black. She liked to cloak herself in shadow and secrecy, like a latter-day Greta Garbo. She was born in Brooklyn and raised in Detroit (real name: Aaliyah Haughton). When she released her first album, "Age Ain't Nothing But a Number" back in 1994, she was given to wearing sunglasses in most of her photo shoots and public appearances. Later, she took to sweeping her long black hair in front of one eye, a la Veronica Lake. You could never get a good look at her face, never get a good read...
...American village a month after the incident, a matsuri (festival) is in full swing. Children wave cotton candy and scoop at goldfish with paper nets. Shirtless skateboarders do stunts on an open walkway. Women in shorts and bikini tops lick at jewel-colored snow cones. In the shadow of a giant Ferris wheel with a Coca-Cola logo and a two-story emporium called the American Depot march a cavalry of drum-banging young Japanese men. They're sweating through their traditional Okinawan outfits of purple bandannas and swinging orange coats...