Word: tellingly
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Dates: during 2000-2000
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...hours three times a week with needles stuck in me to filter my blood--that's not the kind of life I want," he says. His doctors, some of whom initially protested his decision, gave him a week, a month tops. He said it felt good, even empowering, to tell his doctors what the next step would be, rather than the other way around--even if the price was death. At his instruction, his mother and his sisters Twilia and Tammey promptly went to a local funeral home to select a casket and an urn. He trusts their taste better...
...pretend any grand intentions. Holden never felt the need to explain himself, nor did Huck. (Both, I believe, could have grown up to be capable journalists.) To be out of things has to mean everything, including the implication that one is a superior person for being there. Yet, I tell you, I do feel better this...
Around 1973, Crowe and Lane met at a Portland concert. "I could always tell if someone had that star quality," says Lane, who retired from the groupie scene at age 21, received her M.B.A. and now owns a marketing firm in Portland. "He had it all over him, the aura. I said, 'You're gonna be huge! Huge!' He was so cute...
...Experience CDs take the listener out on the road, into the studio and almost into the head of Hendrix: there's an early version of Hey Joe in which we hear him tell his producer to turn down the backing vocals; there's an instrumental called Slow Blues, which is billed as the last multitrack recording he ever made. The song cuts off suddenly and too soon, like Hendrix's life. It's fascinating to compare early versions of songs like Foxey Lady with the takes that became famous. Hendrix was a wild spirit onstage--sometimes playing guitar with...
...tensile strength, born of suffering and surviving, makes her not just an interpreter of pain but a witness to it, as in Bang the Drum Slowly, about her late father, or the title tune, about a childhood friend with a run of bad luck ("One thing they don't tell you 'bout the blues when you got 'em/ You keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom"). Her glottal throb on these dozen tunes purifies the funereal sentiments; it's as if the lines on a condolence card were raised to a kind of folk...