Word: dressers
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...singing the Hebrew blessings and screwing a flame-colored bulb into a plastic candelabrum sitting on my dresser, as Harvard advises, doesn't really complete the ritual for me. Some years, my family has packed a menorah and candles on overseas vacations because the practice of lighting it is so religiously symbolic and important to us. Christmas lights and trees, on the other hand, are traditional but not mandated by Christian teaching. They are pretty and sentimental but without direct religious symbolism...
...exceptions. And so self-described "diva" Jason McNeely still spends time with would-be ladies man Kirk Bangstad, though outside the group, it's pretty safe to say they would never know each other. Scots-Texan Chess Stetson remarks that "everyone in the group is such a good dresser," and while he says he doesn't quite understand the style, he chivalrously carries McNeely's suitcases of Hong Kong suits bought in the Orient. Liang sees the same phenomenon on the singing side of things: "You learn to tailor your ego," he says...
...Turner. Williams, always sassy, proves herself to be a daring memoirist. She tells of being raped repeatedly by a foster brother, being pawed by half the men in Hollywood, taking LSD and almost marrying actor Jeff Chandler; at the last minute she found out that he was a cross-dresser. During her four marriages, the third one to Latin lover Fernando Lamas, it's a wonder that she made any movies at all. But Williams, the consummate professional, kept swimming pretty. "I knew what the audience expected from me," she says. "I had to be in a swimsuit...
...didn't understand why my roommates got dressed up on the first day of school when I was a first-year, having come from a laid-back, casual high school in Northern California. I had thrown on the first t-shirt and pair of jeans that were in my dresser--as I had done for my 12 other first days of school. Practically everyone else in my high school had done the same...
Connick is a showman's showman, a star of films, a reviver of trends (youthful swing) and a sharp dresser besides. Given all his flair, a central point can get lost: he's also a masterly jazz performer. After a few ill-advised recent forays into funk and balladry, Connick here returns to form. Sure, the album could do without some of the slower numbers, but there's a lot to love--the sparkling title track, a rendition of Time After Time. Connick's vocals are deft and his piano playing fluid. A swing...