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...sales last year, making it the world's largest independent label. Jive's 6.7% U.S. market share placed it well ahead of better-established labels, including Arista (4.9%) and Def Jam (3.9%). This year Zomba (which also includes Verity, a gospel label, and Silvertone, a blues label) could pull in as much as $1 billion...
...blew," says Bill Faulkner, 53, a Vietnam veteran who was part of the group. "I would be dead if I hadn't jumped behind a pillar." Another court officer, Ed Kennedy, who also hid behind the pillar, says he grabbed the arm of a woman in an effort to pull her behind the pillar with him. But he didn't grab her fast enough. Suddenly he realized he was holding just an arm. It was only when a fireman broke the window in the Borders bookstore that the men were able to escape...
...impressed by his turn as Che in the 20th anniversary tour of Evita that played Boston two summers ago and was wowed by his Riff-Raff in Rocky Horror—but as Jonathan he displayed such vocal power and genuine vulnerability, that there was no way I could pull my eyes off of him. Esparza is a theatrical force to be reckoned with and I’m sure he will captivate in this fall’s Broadway premiere of Sondheim’s Assassins, where he will play the would-be FDR assassin Zangara...
...stands to reason that spending by individuals - the backbone of the economy, and the key to recovery in the current slump - will be stymied for awhile. But it's also true that war often helps economies, a point 60s protesters made repeatedly. World War II, economic historians agree, helped pull America out of the Depression. The price tag of this new war - whether it's the rebuilding of lower Manhattan or renewed defense spending - could turn out to be the elusive stimulus package everyone was talking about just a week ago. It's gruesome to think, but this sickening event...
...York City, New York State, America, the world, have spent the last 24 hours of my life stranded in some sort of inescapable state of emotional limbo. I can’t drop myself in further for fear of drowning, and I certainly can’t pull myself out, for fear of losing my humanity. Surrounded by repeated images, discussions, accusations, threats, curses, and the whizzing of fighter jets overhead, I fluctuate between solitary disbelief and solitary horror. For although I have never felt more communally connected to my fellow New Yorkers, I have also never felt quite...