Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Besides finding our drummer in the back of a cargo truck on the way to Afghanistan, we usually just stand on street corners with cartons of cigarettes, wait for people to bum a smoke off of us and then ask them to join our band...
...confess; I am not a true indie rock queen. I do not have short, spiky, bleached-blonde hair filled with little barrettes. I do not own Pavement's Slanted And Enchanted. I do not smoke cloves. I rather dislike tea. However, I wear thick black-rimmed glasses. I own a pair of Saucony shoes. I prefer vintage clothing to the mall. I own Sebadoh's Bubble And Scrape. On cassette. I knew about Belle and Sebastian during their If You're Feeling Sinister days. I have my cartilage pierced...
...this smirk, this "I know something you don't" smile, pure catnip for journalists. And so there was always a gaggle of us around MARTA DORION, waiting for some tidbit to waft through her smoke-filled office, a last refuge for cigarette lovers here at TIME. Many who hated tobacco would suffer through nicotine haze just to listen. She'd been through Watergate, earthquakes and O.J., but those weren't the stories we were really interested in. It was the one she was living, the one we shared: the story of Time Inc. Marta's breadth of memory and experience...
...about the possibility of getting soiled by wrestler sweat. Well have full coverage for you in an upcoming issue....And for those of you not titillated by pop culture phenomena, well have you enraptured too: look for a special interview with Jane Campion, director of The Piano and Holy Smoke, in January....Have you ever tried explaining instant replay to somebody who has never heard of it before? My cousin and I tried it the other day when our Indian aunt exclaimed during a football game, What? Whats going on? Didnt that just happen? We tried to explain...
...pull Tad away from the Jazz Quartet and the B.U. girls who drip all over him, I get a little unsolicited help from a sudden loud buzzing noise--the first crisis of the evening. It seems the fog of the London Fog party has activated the smoke alarm. I quickly leave the building and step out into the ominous beginnings of rain. We regroup and head down Mass. Ave. towards MIT. The drizzling subsides, and Tad describes his ADP party experience...