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 She was a cypher, already difficult to know when she became humongous in 2006. As the years went by, what we saw became more and more tacky: wandering half-naked down the London streets, strung-out and incoherent, her bad implants popping out of her skimpy dresses. The continued public bad behavior; the YouTube video of her [...] Video courtesy of Sergio Jungle. Here’s Rob D., singing Janis’s classic, in Anti-Karaoke Madrid last Wednesday. It was probably the most electric moment in the history of the show. This was Rob’s last performance at AK because he’s returning to the U.S. I’ll miss him a lot, as much as a friend as a star in the [...] Video gracias a Sergio Jungle. Rob D., cantando el clásico de Janis, en Anti-Karaoke Madrid el miércoles pasado. Lo califico como el momento más eléctrico de la historia del show allí. Fue su última actuación en AK porque vuelve a su tierra natal, EE.UU. Le voy a echar mucho de menos, tanto como amigo como estrella querida del [...]  [For maximum enjoyment of this video, I recommend turning the up volume LOUD!] Schoolhouse Rock was a series of short musical, educational clips that would run on Saturday mornings when I was a kid. They remain immensely popular not only for my generation, but for later generations who didn’t grow up with the series. Schoolhouse Rock was created [...] Here’s a personal story in English. Bernie Arieff, 1928-2009. Hoy entierran a mi tío Bernie, en el mismo cementerio donde yo, junto a varios tíos en trajes negros, cargué con el ataúd de mi tío Bobby hace un mes. Recuerdo que, al entrar en el cementerio, pasamos por la lápida de la mujer de Bernie. En ese momento, Bernie estaba en urgencias [...]
He was almost young enough to be my son in this photo. He joined the army to pay for his college education because there was no money in the family. They sent him down South — Biloxi, I think? — to learn the soldier stuff. It was weird being a Jew in the South. [...] We’re in a plaza in Cádiz on a warm, sunny day. I, along with a sizeable crowd of people, am admiring the old man and his parrot. He sits alone on the bench, the huge, colorful bird perched on his shoulder. Small children crouch around him, in fear and awe of the parrot. The old man [...] |
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