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...first operations of its kind - another Les Paul innovation. Back from the dead, he was named to the Rock Hall of Fame in 1988. At the induction ceremony, Jeff Beck said, 'I've copied more licks off Les Paul than I'd care to admit.' Paul later said to Stephen Peeples, 'I'm glad I was able to give the kids some toys to play with...
Harvard students are notoriously insecure about their alma mater. Ask where they go to school, and they'll usually respond, "In Boston." Follow up with "Where in Boston?" and they sheepishly admit, "Uh, Harvard." But for one shining moment last week, Harvard had reason to be proud, as BONO gave the school's class-day address. "My name is Bono, and I am a rock star," he announced to a crowd of 15,000 (including Al Gore), who giddily bathed in his mojo. The 20-minute speech mixed star anecdotes with stories from Bono's Third World debt-relief tour...
...admit that if one considers all the evils loose in the world (poverty, pollution, terrorism, global warming, drug addiction, famine, Bryant Gumbel), canned music does not cry out to heaven for vengeance. But small evils---the evils of banality--- also need attention, especially when they become universal. Canned music is what you expect to hear when you die and go to hell. "De la musique, avant toute chose," advised the symbolist poet Paul Verlaine. I'll give you de la musique: In one ear, in the other...
...admit that the Astor Place activism got out of hand. A force of citizen militia was called for Macready's next performance, on May 10. An immense crowd gathered outside the theater, as many as ten thousand people. The militia fired warning shots in the air, and then panicked and fired into the crowd. Twenty-two people were killed and fifty were wounded. That's a fairly large butcher's bill to pay for a dispute over interpretations of Shakespeare...
...dropping my son off at school, I passed store after store with special Father's Day promotions. I saw pictures of handsome Dads with just a dusting of gray in their closely-cropped hair, holding a small child in one hand and some wonderful gadget in the other. I admit I did feel a frisson of excitement. But this was not sentiment about the enduring role of fathers in our lives, but the pervasive tickle of modern capitalism, where in order to enhance the desire for more and more objects, we have to create more and more holidays that...