Word: stared
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...George W. Bush. Lately, he had given off a slight whiff of Dan Quayle, and his first debate was imminent. Senator John McCain was showing surprising strength. And surely there must be some Oval Office envy, given that one of their own had left them in the presidential dust. Stare in the mirror now, and at best there's a Vice President staring back. I was certain there would be some hurt feelings when Bush dissed the meeting entirely, even though he was only 15 minutes away in San Diego raising money...
...endearing whininess of Smashing Pumpkin's Billy Corgan, but instead settled for a lesser euphony in between. Unlike tours associated with their previous albums Naveed and Clumsy, Maida spent much of the set without a guitar in his hands. Instead, he stumbled around the stage with a placid stare of indifference temporarily disturbed from time to time by unconvincing posture. New keyboardist Jamie Edwards followed Maida's scales precisely on the Moog in a valiant, yet ultimately futile, attempt to hide all of the notes that his frequently sour, straining voice flagrantly missed...
...encouraged. If you're looking for a solemn play then see something else. If you're looking for a rocking good time and entertainment at its best, Stomp caters to your needs. The experience begins when Shaka Opare leads the audience into the world of Stomp. With only a stare of approval or reproach, he periodically incorporates the clapping audience into the performance itself. In fact, the entire encore focuses on audience involvement. And you never know what's going to happen next. The players respond directly to the audience, so you may end up with an impromptu player running...
...beside the point; the common refrain here is the chance to reflect simply on this raucous, wildly overpromoted night. When Minneapolis, Minn., public relations executive David Feider thinks about this New Year's Eve, for instance, he fantasizes about absconding to a hideaway along Lake Superior to "stare at the moon, as far away from the rabble as possible"--to escape not Y2K-prompted food riots or the Four Horsemen but rather the omnipresent buzz over the event. "I can't really identify with it anymore," he says. "People are getting so numbed by all the pregame coverage...
...those awkward years between promising potential and ironic demise. And the parameters of the present keep pushing in. To the tune of discarded disco anthems, our eyes pan slowly from one Gap-clad teen to another, and for 30 seconds we cannot bring ourselves to blink. The teens stare back at us brimming with serene self-assurance, mocking anyone who ever made the mistake of turning 22 and blissfully unaware that 10 years from now, they will be 10 years older...