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I believe that in 1978, the year of Elvis Costello and the Cars, the Best New Artist was Taste of Honey (remember "Boogie Oogie Oogie"); the Clash and the Pistols weren't even nominated. Then there was the year the Best Rock and Roll recording was "The Alley Cat."
Folks, if you watch the Grammys for anything but gawking purposes (and the inadvertent good performance), you've probably missed the point
You know that Mubarak's in trouble when the people who have the most to fear from uncertainty say "fuck it, let's get rid of the bastard; we'll take our chances" Coptic mass in Tahrir Square news.yahoo.com
With its CEO now the Veep's Chief of Staff, and the administration being slammed all over the left for Clintonesque triangulating, can the implosion of the Democratic Leadership Council really be seen as a defeat, when they now seem to be running the town?
I know that a lot of my readers have expressed an interest in seeing me do more pieces about New York political history, as well as more of my own personal political war stories.
I will try to accommodate these requests when appropriate, but meanwhile, here's the first few parts of a series on the post-war reform movement as lived and experienced by the co-author of the sensational new book, “Tales From the Sausage Factory.“
Goldwater gives Nixon the bad news.
This morning I was greeted with an article in City Hall News expressing “surprise” that the State Senate’s “Independent” Democratic Conference (aka
David Lachmann: Now, now, Gatey. Harsh words can't hurt the dead, which is why we so rarely speak ill of them.
Really, I want to people to believe that this Department is about more than dancing upon the graves of the dead.
Though written with the light hand and puckish sense of humor which is often the author's hallmark, this may be one of the most frightening articles I've ever read.
Touch a nerve and the email really piles up.