Word: songe
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...setlist consisted of a solid mix of old and new tunes, and the crowd sang along with just about everything. "Great Escape"was full of the usual energy, and Bryan's fleet drumwork was more innovative than usual. The gimmick of a hyperactive, high-speed, truncated version of a song had failed miserably in my first show, in 1998, and it was a dud here on "Perfect." "All the Way Up to Heaven," with its Casio rhythm track and pre-recorded whistles, is a song that does not translate well to live performance, even though the crowd was whistling along...
...reacts in much the same way that the audience would--at least initially. Upon first being sought out by the Nazis, Halder is skeptical. In Halder's mind, Hitler (Brendon DeMay) is a babbling idiot, who in some of the evening's most amusing moments, sings a Jewish wedding song and proclaims at an imaginary rally, "I don't know where I am. I don't know what I'm doing." Halder's wife urges him to join the party for the practical purpose of obtaining a more prestigious university position. He does not have to embrace their ideas, after...
...traditional, as his show at the Paradise would prove. It opened with a set by the soft-spoken British act Departure Lounge. Though the dark venue at first seemed to swallow the seated four-piece, they soon set an intimate mood with their introspective lyrics and friendly conversations between songs. The singer remarked after one ballad that "someone once told me that was the best song ever written about telephone break-ups." "Didn't you write that song about a long distance relationship?" asked the drummer. "Yeah, but I took it as a compliment anyway," came the sheepish reply...
...After Departure Lounge's brief set, Hitchcock took to the stage alone, strumming his way through the opening song of Jewels, the misanthropic "Mexican God," on which he waxes Learian about "Moonly-lit cop-crashed garlic and babies." Hitchcock then embarked on a rambling between-song odyssey, describing two almost identical pumpkins standing beside each other on a lake shore, admiring each other. "It must be totally horrendous to be in love with something so like yourself," he remarked before launching into the next song. The songs themselves were a mix of old and new work (Hitchcock describes the show...
When Pete Sampras is losing, I scream at my television. I underline every other sentence I read even in books that are "just for fun." I hug my friends frequently and fiercely. And I cannot listen to a song I know without belting along with the singer. I have oft been the victim of the cruel question, "Who sings this song?" only to give the artist's name and receive the response, "Let's keep it that...