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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras
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Ludo is fired up and ready to play on the national stage
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Curious Gorge: Ian tests the animal magnetism of Three Monkeys
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Feel a Draught?: Tigín opens an outpost in a Hampton Inn downtown? O'Really!
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras (10)
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership (9)
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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2 (6)
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Will Ian flip for the Original Pancake House? (4)
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Is a Wash. U. dean destroying alumni records and making unjust department cuts? (3)
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Have two Nirvana producers helped create the next Metallica?
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"The Sex Song": Not TASTiSKANK's homage to Matthew McConaughey
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Bret Michaels (sort of) talks dirty to RFT
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The 75s make an extra-fancy splash with its debut record
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Producer nonpareil Pharrell Williams is happy to be just one of the band again
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Legendarily Ornery STL Bartender Mark Pollman ICU Update
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Van Halen's March 30 St. Louis Concert Postponed
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Iron Chef America -- The Game!
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This Is Hawkwind -- Do Not Panic
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Recent Articles By Annie Zaleski
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Sleep State
8 p.m. Saturday, February 9. Lemp Neighborhood Arts Center, 3301 Lemp Avenue.
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Soft
9 p.m. Tuesday, February 12. The Bluebird, 2706 Olive Street.
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Lloyd Dobler Effect
9 p.m. Monday, January 14. Bluebird, 2706 Olive Street.
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Career (Remix)
The trials and tribulations of R. Kelly.
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The Aviation Club
9 p.m. Friday, January 4. Off Broadway, 3509 Lemp Avenue.
National Features
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Houston Press
"It Was Like an Armageddon Movie"
For days after Hurricane Rita, a Texas prison was hell on earth.
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SF Weekly
The Candidate
Our columnist knows Ralph Nader's running mate all too well.
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The Pitch
How Not To Be a Rap Star
First of all, lay off the Ecstasy.
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Village Voice
Project Runaway
What becomes a gossip columnist most?
By Michael Musto
Fall Out Boy is both its own best friend and its very worst enemy. But neither subpar live shows, photos of bassist Pete Wentz's penis nor Internet fights with ex-friends can stop the pop-punk juggernaut. Any criticism lobbed at the Chicago quartet is addressed head-on or slyly incorporated into lyrics and videos, meaning that the band is practically immune to haters which becomes even more infuriating when one realizes that Fall Out Boy also continues to write better songs than the majority of its peers. That's eminently clear on Infinity on High, the band's second major-label album and its first since 2005's From Under the Cork Tree made them heroes to the hoodie set. Despite even thicker coats of studio gloss painted over songs (a move that at times gives several tunes specifically "The Carpal Tunnel of Love" a generic edge), High contains catchier hooks, bigger choruses and more vocal histrionics than a MySpace flame war. It's also more diverse (the pensive piano ballad "Golden," a brief spoken-word intro by Jay-Z) and shockingly danceable, with handclaps, disco-flecked backbeats and a generally dynamic discotheque pulse snaking throughout. But High's best track is, hands-down, "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs," a predictably zing-laden song that's just monstrous. Spanish guitars, scissor-kicking harmonies, cinematic strings and minor chords crash together to form an arena-ready masterpiece.







