Day: September 17, 2014

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Quintessential Albums :: Thompson Twins :: Into the Gap

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Quintessential Album Series :: Into the Gap :: Thompson Twins A Little History: Into the Gap is the fourth album by the British pop group Thompson Twins. It was released on February 17, 1984 and reached # 1 on the UK Albums Chart, and # 10 on the U.S. Billboard 200. After the commercial success of Quick Step and Side Kick, the band worked once again with producer Alex Sadkin at Compass Point Studios in the Bahamas on Into the Gap. The first single to be released was Hold Me Now, which charted at # 4 in the UK in November 1983. The song … Continue reading Quintessential Albums :: Thompson Twins :: Into the Gap

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You said you were the real thing :: VOTD

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Jackie’s Strength :: Tori Amos from the album, From the Choirgirl Hotel Jackie’s Strength is a song by Tori Amos, released as the second single from her 1998 album From the Choirgirl Hotel. It reached # 54 on the U.S. Hot 100 chart. The remix single, released the following year, reached # 1 on the Hot Dance Club Play chart in the U.S. The lyrics refer to Jackie Onassis, there is also a brief reference to the Kennedy assassination (“Shots rang out, the police came“), though Amos herself explained that the song also concerns her own personal doubts about marriage. The music … Continue reading You said you were the real thing :: VOTD

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They say its me :: SOTD

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Keep Art Alive :: “Evanesce” :: Art by Margarita Georgiadis “Don’t say it’s useless, don’t say forget it, don’t bring me wishes of silly dreams.” You dream of flying, of escaping, of leaving everything that pins you to the ground. Some nights I think I can see them poking out beneath the sheets, a set of wings brittle yet beautiful, pointed at the ends, growing with each middle of the night sleep. I touch the ends, feeling how sharp they are, like a needle, like a knife, like the words that shot out of my mouth at you last night. … Continue reading They say its me :: SOTD