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...from Framingham, where, he says, he’s lived “since I was five years old.” It’s a relatively light morning at The Crimson, with only one run of the daily newspaper on the docket, so Byrne is more chipper than usual. At least, when he cracks wise about how long it takes to print FM (“your job keeps me here until 11 a.m. usually”) he does it good naturedly, reveling in the fact that he won’t be running a 24-page magazine...
...sleep to the drone of Bettina Chuo broadcasting the market data as the Asian markets open, one by one. I wake up to the unnecessarily chipper voice of Maria Bartiromo on Squawk Box before the open of the U.S. markets. And I know the voice, role and habits of every anchor in between. Sometimes I think I’ve fooled myself into believing that these telecasters are my friends, that they care whether or not I’m watching and wonder where I’ve gone when class or practice comes between me and the cool, bluish...
...spectacular musicians. Those groovy jazz chords and glossy harmonies sound easy, but they're not, especially when you consider that all the initial tracking on the terrifically produced Everything Must Go was done live. The music is also where the irony is. It's so airy and chipper that when mixed with the lead weight of the lyrics, it induces a pleasant sense of numbness that, given a few drinks, might be mistaken for depth. Everything Must Go doesn't have the relentless catchiness of their late-'70s work, but Fagen and Becker do seem happy in their advancing misery...
...says after Hoelting admits she’d love to learn how to tune a guitar herself without a tuning tool. Taylor’s tolerance for amateur music-making seems too low to cater to Hoelting’s wishes for general inspiration, but she is endearingly chipper about the whole thing, even after he calls her version of the famous Beatles song a “panicked, struggling, almost, quasi-‘Blackbird...
...cored pears on their pastry crust (“This will puff up all around the pears and turn a beautiful golden-brown,”) I was haunted by the memory of those morning show anchors. The immediacy of the war hadn’t fazed them. Sounding chipper and grave by turns, they weaved the war in Iraq into Americans’ everyday lives as coolly as though reports on troop movements had always followed the weather forecast. Although I had been reading about the war in the newspaper and on the Internet, although I had briefly watched...