Word: soulfully
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...easy to condemn the money makers. It is fun to bash the wealthy. It is much harder to acknowledge the reality of money--namely, that we need it. We at Harvard are so quick to criticize the recruitees and pre-law gov jocks for being valueless, soul-sacrificing rat racers who abandon the world of personal reward and emotional fulfillment...
...Daschle and his consultant, John Podesta, they decided to link the minimum-wage increase, which Dole opposed, to every bill that he supported--most notably an immigration-reform package. Dole pulled the bill so minimum wage wouldn't come to a vote. He thus appeared to have a soul made of leather. But the Democratic plan worked too well. It drove Dole right out of the Senate...
...lost its attraction as an issue now that it no longer means sex. Once the press and the candidates realized that harping on sexual indiscretions ran the risk of Mutual Assured Destruction, the character issue was reduced to the impossible--and tedious--task of weighing one man's soul against another's. There was a brief respite provided by Dick Morris, whose idea of triangulating involved toes. But otherwise, nothing. Sex may finally be out until someone can show a connection between a model sex life--Nixon, Carter--and a successful presidency...
...sentimental, but over the years, his songcraft has grown stronger. The Day's lyrics have a solid moral core: the family unit is revered, love comes with respect, and men do a lot of crying. "Done 'bout run out of tears," he coos on Talk to Me, a pop-soul-blues number featuring Clapton on guitar. "The thing that makes Babyface special is the way he talks about love," says Andre Harrell, president of Motown Records. "He says everything a woman wants to hear. He's the best male interpreter of romance there...
...time for a few small repairs," says the heroine of the opening song, Sunny Came Home: a lost soul returns home, gathers up the kids and sets the place on fire, as the suave, singalong chorus offers the musical equivalent of God's unmeddling sympathy. The narrator in Suicide Alley, a nihilist's jaunty march, shares Sunny's glums: "I wasn't born, I was spat out at a wall...on the corner of First and Insane." In If I Were Brave, Colvin brings the alienation home, to the singer on the stage, "a clown to entertain the happy couples...