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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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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership (9)
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras (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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R.E.M. Accelerate: An Advance Review and Song-by-Song Analysis of the Band's New Album
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This Is Hawkwind -- Do Not Panic
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The Campbell Brothers
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If you believe the European press, the Portland alt-country posse Richmond Fontaine is the second coming of the Greatest Rock & Roll Band in the World♥ — when to American ears the group's often sounded like the umpteenth coming of Uncle Tupelo. On its seventh album, however, Richmond Fontaine sounds like the return of the undeparted Calexico. Recorded in Tucson, produced by JD Foster, and featuring Calexico members Joey Burns and Jacob Valenzuela, Thirteen Cities eschews all urbanity for the desert's sonic spirit: distant pedal steel, desiccated acoustic guitars, and muted trumpets and feedback in un-spelunked caverns. Singer and writer Willy Vlautin bumps into luckless drifters and tin-pot despots of the ghost-town underclass, but tells their stories with detailed empathy and a voice as dry as the bottom of a killed tequila bottle. "I fucked up again/I barely know where I am," he sings over a creaking piano. "I don't even have the bus fare home." To call Vlautin's characters hopeless is to miss the point. They're always moving, even if from one nowhere to another, and they take in much of the American dream as it really feels for the perpetually impoverished. Realism alone is their payback, if not their redemption.
