Word: singed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...over-used cell phone to call Stetson in his room and remind him to rejoin the group for their next concert. That was an hour ago and now Chess and the rest of the Kroks are sitting around in the parlor at the Faculty Club, waiting to sing for more corporate types fresh off a day at the Ryder Cup. Increasingly drunk, the PricewaterhouseCoopers crowd, who have rented the club for the night, give speeches about one another, their wives, their golf and the English as the Kroks, prepare their fail-safe routine. A few grab pitchers of water...
...Kroks launch into the same songs, the same choreography, and they elicit the same smiles from the crowd, who again sing along with "Come Go With Me." Hours of obsessive rehearsing have yielded a pretty impressive product, and these kids, who could be playing pranks or socializing on one of the first Friday nights of the school year, are giving a professional show. Afterwards they'll go out and have a good time, to be sure, but for now they're intent on pressing those same tried-and-true buttons to earn, at the end of the night, a standing...
...some Aborigines of the Bidyadanga people, who lived not far from the crash site, began to converge on the car. They tried gently to free me but couldn't. Later I was told that some of them formed a semicircle by the car and began to chant, trying to sing me back to life. A Filipina nurse from the Bidyadanga settlement presently joined them and (I afterward learned) wept as she heard me mechanically counting aloud. I thought I was trying to stay conscious; she thought I was counting off my last moments. For all I know, we were both...
Students who barely remember the Gulf War can sing along with the ditty for Flintstone Kids vitamins--"Ten thousand strong...and growing"--and still go cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs...
...latest entry in New York City's alternative-theater boomlet, this disco version of A Midsummer Night's Dream takes place in a downtown club where the audience stands while the performers mingle, gyrate, sing '70s hits and enact something vaguely resembling a play by William Shakespeare. The guys are played by girls in wigs and mustaches; the fairies by guys in loincloths and glitter; and Bottom is a pair of street dudes who together are transformed into the show's title ass. Shakespeare must be spinning, but the retro high spirits are hard to resist...