Word: soul
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...mold seems to be the most common refrain of popular music. Although this trend is by no means new, the music industry's ever-expanding tentacles have squeezed more and more original talents into discrete and binding marketing categories. What made the New York City quarter Soul Coughing's show at The Paradise so worthwhile was the bizarre, original nature of their music, a style which largely defies classification...
...Soul Coughing consists of M. Doughty as singer and occasional guitarist, Sebastion Steinberg on upright basses, M'ark De Gli Antoni handling the keyboards and samples, and Yuval Gabay on drums. Their music is a blend of very danceable bass and keyboard sounds and samples with surreal, beat-like vocals by Doughty. On the tune, "Sugar Free Jazz," for instance, "They normalize the signals and you're banging on freon,/Paleolithic eons, put the fake goatee on/and it booms as cool as, sugarfree jazz...
...worry about the quality of a live performance of a band that relies heavily on keyboards and sampling was immediately dispelled when Soul Coughing started playing. The bass and drums seemed much more alive than they do on album. The eerie rhythm-heavy tune "Bus to Beelzebub" was the first song of the set. The performance far out did the album version. The song's chanting, repititious lyrics were intense and entrancing...
...demon. My self-absorbed, sexist husband just won't let me go. He buried my ashes under the hazelnut tree and hasn't stopped mourning since the Carter administration. Now he's sold his soul to the devil to get an interactive CD-ROM to beam me out of my comfortable one-bedroom in Purgatory. He's such an asshole. What should I say to him when I see him? Should I bring up our earthly marital problems? Should I dress as Helen of Troy? Help me, Norma, what's a girl to do? Perturbed in Pudding Purgatory...
...terrible as you say he is, you should make him regret selling his soul. Tell him everything you've dreamed up saying to him since you died. I'm sure you have some doozies. What else do have to do in Purgatory besides drink, learn how to twitch, and think up bitchy things to say? Make his life hell. You're a demon. It's your job. But whatever you do, don't dress as Helen of Troy...