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...record’s most understated track. As strained cello and Spanish guitar pepper the undercurrent of snare drum and legato piano, Forbes murmurs with a distant passion. It doesn’t matter whether you can understand the lyrics, whose protagonist “whisper[s] sweet nothings to all the girls of France” and “hopes that they respond.” Forbes’s voice, echoing cavernously under heavy reverb, oozes unrequited love and regret entirely...
...theme for their ad campaign. And further south, in Spain, songwriter Ismael Serrano became a star not so long ago with a song begging his father to retell the “beautiful story” of ’68: “sweet urban guerrillas in Oxford pants and girls in miniskirts.” In it, he yearns for the days when, amidst the myriad mistakes, raised fists, and barricades, youth took a stand against the social, political and economic establishment of the time. But looking at it from today, “how far away that...
...Music is a big part of the CU500's raison d'?tre. Like most phones, it plays MP3s loaded onto a memory card (sold separately). There's a sweet program called MusicID that magically names almost any tune it hears through its microphone - even stuff playing on your car radio. Cingular's MobiRadio program is there, however a warning at launch says you should subscribe to an unlimited data plan if you want to use the 40-channel streaming radio service (which itself is $9.99 per month). The CU500's Bluetooth wireless system lets you connect to wireless headphones...
...Applebee's' sense of disembodiment, of radical anti-locality, extends throughout its menu. A "Tuscan Shrimp Salad" bears only a notional relationship to Tuscany, where I have never seen the discordant, more-Asian-than-Italian marriage of almonds, shrimp, sun-dried tomatoes, hot peppers, sweet peppers, and soft lettuce. Were I on Bourbon Street, in New Orleans, and was delivered a steak as bland as the Applebee's "Bourbon Street Steak," I would leave, drink three or four Hurricanes, and call...
...hesitantly made my drink. It took him an eternity in Applebee's time - three or four minutes - and when he brought it to me, he didn't look me in the eye. I took a sip from the glass (which he had forgotten to salt) and tasted a cloyingly sweet dross. He had clearly added "Applebee's signature margarita mix," after all, and I couldn't stomach it. I ordered a vodka martini instead. The martini was watery, but I was too embarrassed to order a third drink, so I struggled through sobriety. I was beginning to hate Applebee...