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...loves ya, Ving baby? The next generation of Kojak fans, if the USA network has any say. Starting in March, Pulp Fiction's VING RHAMES will resurrect the role of the dapper detective played by TELLY SAVALAS. Rhames, 43, says he never watched the '70s show. "Growing up in Harlem, running into the house to see a bald white guy arrest black people didn't interest me," Rhames says. "I was running in to watch Good Times." Rhames' Kojak will be "edgier, a Prince of the City type," he says. Yet he'll retain the character's trademarks: expect chrome...
...Since going solo in 1990, Taha's output has been eclectic. He produced two rock-based albums before going decidedly electronic with Olé, Olé in 1995. In 1998, Diwan went gold - selling over 100,000 copies in France - fueled by the hit single Ya Rayah, a popular north African song of exile that takes on a roguish air with Taha's rough vocal. Despite some commercial success, Taha's mix of traditional and electronic instrumentation and beats, and his habit of singing in Arabic, has often led critics to classify his records as fusion or world music...
...three-CD package called DFA Compilation #2, containing remixed tracks from the New York’s independent DFA label. One of these two label-oriented discs held remixes of such “classics” as Rod Stewart’s “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?” and Devo’s “Whip It;” the other remixes of bands such as Black Dice, the Rapture, and DFA’s house band LCD Soundsystem. One of these CDs was deemed relevant to today?...
...basement of Lamont. I couldn’t be bothered with small talk when I had Kissinger’s Diplomacy staring at me and a ginormous source pack for Hist A-12 weighing down my man purse. By wearing earphones, I could easily avoid hi-hello-how-ya-doings and proceed from Winthrop House to Lamont sans chit chat. Acquaintances no longer saw me as someone to greet—I was someone engrossed by my music. To Japanese tourists, I was not someone who knew directions around the square—I was just a lazy American bouncing...
...outfits. “C’est bon.” As we made our way into the pseudo-cavern, I felt the pumping beats of the aged hip-hop. We were already pretty buzzed when I tried to get the DJ to play “Hey Ya!”—to no avail. We bought one drink each before we realized why a cool club like this has no cover (they’re typically 20 euro). An hour or two after we had arrived, Ashley had migrated to a table in the back...