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DIED. CHRIS WHITLEY, 45, innovative singer-songwriter best known for his 1991 debut album, Living with the Law, and its radio hit, Big Sky Country; of lung cancer; in Houston. With its fresh, electrified take on country-blues, Law inspired glowing reviews and a cult following. Yet Whitley avoided formulas, going on to record 11 albums that touched on a range of styles, from grunge to jazz...
...Record producer Crewe (Peter Gregus) hires the guys, but his florid style doesn't match their earth tones. After one take, he says of the harmony, "I hear it in sky blue. You're giving me brown." Tommy snaps, "That's because you're paying us shit." In desperation they look for guidance from above and see the name of the next joint they're playing, Four Seasons Lounge, in neon against the night sky. In my favorite bit of dialogue from the show, Frankie exclaims, "It's a sign!" (Given all the rim-shot repartee in this show...
...neat arc of calamity, followed by anger at the slow response, then cleanup. But Katrina cut a historic deadly swath across the South, and rebuilding can't start until the cleanup is done. In much of New Orleans, the leafy coverage of live oaks is gone. Lingering in the sky instead is a fine grit that tastes metallic to the tongue. Everyone's life story is out on the curb, soaked and stinky--furniture and clothing, dishes and rotting drywall, even formerly fabulous antiques. Dump trucks come periodically to remove the piles, taking some to a former city park...
...their posture suggests they have been standing there a long time, contemplating the sight of Shanghai's biggest tourist attraction, a shiny visual shorthand for national ambitions: height, wealth, modernity, progress. Yet in Delano's picture, the towers appear faint and far away. They don't scrape the sky so much as leach into it. Maybe they're about to come into focus, maybe they'll fade out completely. We can't tell which...
...Love quietly grows within you, filling you up until one day you wake up and something just feels different. Nothing in particular has changed, but somehow, everything has changed. Your stomach twists up in knots, your heart sits a little lighter in your chest. The world looks brighter, the sky bluer. And even though you’ve never felt like this before, you immediately understand what all the poets and singers were writing and singing about. I know, it all sounds cliché, but what can I say? It’s the only way to describe...