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Doing presto comedy is a special talent; many Whose Line players are improv veterans who have appeared on the Brit version. (And, don't ask us why, a lot of them did time in Canada.) They possess the verbal agility of the Says You! gang, but their real comic eloquence is in body language. Check out Wayne Brady's encyclopedic jive as he enacts "the history of 20th century dance in 30 seconds" or his tail wagging and panting when told he is a superhero named Playful Licking Puppy Boy. A star is born...
Which is too bad because these two musical groups really do have the potential to affect listeners in a deeply visceral way. Morissette's enjoyable version of pop-lite is underrated. Her lyrics are accessible and addictive, providing an outlet for anger, hope and spirituality all set to a recipe melody. Denying the quality of at least her radio singles would be absurd. Throw in her characteristic wail, a newly discovered inner-harmony and the ability to whip out a harmonica or flute in mid-song, and Alanis proves that she has sufficient tools to do more than just please...
...blah and blech. Forgettable lyrics of the usual uber-topic, love, in all its iterations nicely round out this disappointing disc. With the rise of this new crop of artificially-flavored pop bands, the music scene is crying uncle for a new sound that is not some retro-fitted version...
...Franklin (B.F.) Pinkerton, who abandons his Japanese wife, Cio-Cio San (Butterfly). The story, based on John Luther Longs novella, has been retold, again and again, in such productions as Broadways Miss Saigon and Gilbert and Sullivan's The Mikado. Most recently, BSO takes on a fully staged concert version of Puccini's opera at Symphony Hall, with the last and final performance this coming Saturday...
ICAN'T MAKE 17. NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME. I'M engaged in a heated game of Cricket with J.P., a version of darts that I've learned about five minutes ago. Some intoxicated tattooed townie in a Red Sox jacket explained the rules. I have to land three darts in certain numbered sectors of the board. I was doing fine until I got to 17. Now, nothing. I've tried 10 times and I can't land a single, freakin' dart...