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Finally, early this year, Mulder and Scully, by far Catatonia's most well-known and popular song (with no little credit to the cunningly-penned name), strode into the UK charts at three. International Velvet was then released to scramble into the charts at 11, subsequently moving to three. And that explains why Catatonia were finally picked up by American label Neil Young's Vapor. Potential moolah, not amazing artistry...
After concession phone calls by Flynn and Bachrach, Capuano strode to the podium in the Essex Ballroom at the Holiday Inn in Somerville just after...
...Geoffrey Fieger pressed his way backstage for a private chat with Jackson, he looked almost humble. Jackson greeted Michigan's aspiring Governor warmly, whispered something in his ear and then strode out to the pulpit. Fieger was pleased. He swaggered out and took a place in the audience, awaiting a few words of praise from the reverend. But Jackson only issued the terse acknowledgment that the "Democratic nominee for this state" was present, and asked Fieger to stand--without bothering to mention his name. "I guess he didn't want to try to pronounce Geoffrey," a deflated, sarcastic Fieger mumbled...
...performance of Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto, Op. 35. While the appearance of conductor James Yannatos met with the hearty approbation of the audience, the advent of the 1997-98 concerto competition winner produced a reaction more akin to an electric shock. The phenomenon calling himself Joseph Lin '00 strode onto the stage, sweet-faced and supremely self-possessed, and immediately filled Sanders with his charismatic stage presence. Yannatos exchanged a few words with him, then plunged into the beginning of the concerto. Lin remained imperturbable as he hoisted his violin onto his shoulder during the silky orchestral introduction, then abruptly...
Over Nob Hill and the Harvard Yard, across Washington's broad avenues and Pittsburgh's thrusting chimneys, in a thousand towns and villages, the bells began to toll. In Caracas, Venezuela, a lone Marine sergeant strode across the lawn of the U.S. embassy while a soft rain fell, saluted the flag, then lowered it to half-mast. At U.S. bases from Korea to Germany, artillery pieces boomed out every half hour from dawn to dusk in a stately, protracted tattoo of grief...