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...case, although I was born in Jamaica, I'm not much of a beach person. I think growing up in Upstate New York and living in Manhattan washed the beach right out of me. I'm currently dressed in black from head to toe, from my black short-sleeve shirt and summer-weight black pants to my black sneakers. I'm as easily identifiable as an New Yorker in Rio as Sting is as an Englishman in New York...
...site about an hour away. The afternoon is still bright and sunny and hot. At the site, the paranoid Gaza Strip-y security is still in effect. There, our identification cards are swiped and we are allowed into the facilities. We're also supposed to be wearing ridiculous t-shirts identifying each us as VIPs, but, given the history of revolutionary activity in rock 'n roll in general and Latin America in particular, I decided a T-shirt advertising my status as a VIP isn't a good fashion choice. Plus the T-shirt is way too small and feels...
...admit they're not skilled musicians ("There are too many musicians already in music") and that producers help them compose their songs. Then there's the unabashed entrepreneurship. The rock/techno trio, based in Berlin, wears bizarre homemade clothes, which are sold on its website for DKNY prices (cut-up shirt with detachable arms: 100 Euro; that's about $95 to those of you outside the E.U.). But these Chicks have created a sensation among hip young Europeans, and they're setting out to win the hearts of American rock fans. If the group's first U.S. tour this spring doesn...
...Brazil and open that up for the rest of the world," says Garcia. "To them, this is their Woodstock." Garcia's "people" (note to self: get a job where I have "people." As a lowly music critic I am people-less) give me my press passes and three T-shirts. They tell me that I'm required to wear one of the T-shirts each day of the concert. The T-shirt is a female-sized medium. I'm a six-foot, five-inch, 220-pound guy. You would think that a megapromoted megaconcert could at least spring...
...billboard of Cristo Redentor standing behind a huge, sweating can of Pepsi, almost like he's about to throw his arms around it. But I'm not thinking about Jesus' Pepsi just this moment. I'm thinking about how I'm gonna fit into that stupid T-shirt...