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...What got really knackering," Knopfler continues, "was two shows a night. Not enough time to have a shower and stop shiverin.' It's exhausting. The show's always a bit leaden at the start, then the adrenalin pulls you through...

Author: By Alison Wickwire, | Title: Dire Straits: Making Movies | 11/18/1980 | See Source »

...nervous freshmen. MIT hasn't told them jackshit about anything. They're all sitting there stuffing down hamburgers and all of us, we're sort of lurking on the sidelines, waiting. Sometimes we even send some people in, to infiltrate and scout around. Then a guy stands up--the adrenalin is really flowing now--and right at 6 p.m. he yells, 'Let Rush begin...

Author: By Paul M. Barrett, | Title: Saturday Night The Brothers Don't Do No Tooling | 10/24/1980 | See Source »

...question not easily answered. On stage, Langston is a hysterically funny bagged bundle of raw adrenalin, frantically moving from one side of the stage to another, arms zigzagging in all directions like erratic thunderbolts. On top of his head is a simple brown bag, two holes for eyes, one for a mouth. The patter is a never-ending, nonstop swirl of deliberately bad one-liners...

Author: By Bill Braunstein, | Title: THE UNKNOWN COMIC | 9/18/1980 | See Source »

...reconstruct the event, McDuffie may well have tried to flee the police. He had accumulated traffic violations and was driving with a suspended license. Investigators believe that when McDuffie finally slowed down, police pulled him off his motorcycle. Then one officer held him as the others started to slug. "Adrenalin gets going during any high-speed chase," says one officer. "The cops just went crazy. They wanted to teach him a lesson." Says another who witnessed the incident: "They looked like a bunch of animals fighting for meat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Crazy Cops | 1/21/1980 | See Source »

...earth is a mere blot, darkened at sunset and dotted with strings of insignificant lights and shadows. The propeller whirls, forcing air through my mouth, adrenalin through my system. I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I jump, thinking it is the jump master giving me the signal. "Where the hell is he going?" the jump master asks. "I don't know where he's going," my friend yells with a grimace, "you're the jump master...

Author: By James L. Tyson, | Title: Stepping Out Over Taunton | 11/14/1979 | See Source »

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