Word: quadrophenia
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...daddy was dying." The emotions in Alive were torn from Vedder's own life. Vedder was born in Chicago, the oldest of four children. The first records he can remember enjoying were Motown records, songs by the young Michael Jackson. Neil Young came next, and the Who's album Quadrophenia. He identified with its portrayal of adolescent trauma. Vedder never knew his real father. He was raised by a man who he thought was his father and with whom he often clashed. By the time his mother told him the truth, Vedder had migrated to San Diego, and his biological...
...popularity would be short-lived, within 10 years Piaggio had sold more than 1 million. The sexy little scooter was immortalized in the 1953 movie Roman Holiday as the vehicle of choice of the dolce vita set. And two decades later, it became the symbol of disenfranchised youth in Quadrophenia. Today it's still the low-cost, high-status alternative to cars in big cities and on college campuses. ?By James Scully
It’s freezing, so me and the kid from Peterborough start drinking from little green bottles that he gets from a convenience store. The scalpers show up. They don’t look the type to tolerate a bunch of teenage detritus still worshipping the Quadrophenia years. They look like filthy, cracked-out thieves...
...photographer-or-in-a-band thing." For his new character's name, he thought of 007's Aston-Martin sports car. For the look, he borrowed Michael Caine's eyeglasses from The Ipcress File, Connery's thatchlike chest hair, the costumes from the Who's rock opera Quadrophenia and the grotty dentures he used in an SNL skit about sugar-filled British toothpaste. The supervillain, bald-pated Dr. Evil, was lifted from the Bond film You Only Live Twice, with Myers adding the pinky-sucking tic of his former SNL boss Lorne Michaels...
...rambling and generic; there is nothing to match the economy and effect of such "classical" McCartney tunes as Eleanor Rigby and Yesterday, and you certainly can't dance to it. Indeed, the piece emerges as a curious cross between Elgar's The Dream of Gerontius and the Who's Quadrophenia, but it lacks either the former's ecstatic fervor or the latter's nose-in-the-dirt realism. One waits in vain for the real McCartney to loosen his tie and do something a little rude, but the composer seems overwhelmed by the cassocks and surplices. His vital rock roots...