I Started Djing, Breakdancing And Mcing In The '70s And I Got My Record Deal In 1979 With 'christmas Rap.'
Ugster Vinyl Pumps, Partridge Family Records, Plastic Daisy Jewelry, Old Postcards. . . . It's A Magpie Christmas Market.
Nothing Can Be More Contemptible Than To Suppose Public Records To Be True.
I Don't Like Records That Are The Same From Beginning To End, That Are Too Styled And Slick. Everything Is So Designed And Airbrushed And Botoxed, It Makes Us Think, 'oh, Everybody's Perfect Except Me. Everything's Smooth Except Me.' But Nothing Is Smooth.
Suddenly To Change One's Opinions And Go Over To Another Party. The Most Notable Flop On Record Was That Of Saul Of Tarsus, Who Has Been Severely Criticised As A Turn-coat By Some Of Our Partisan Journals.
Diary, N. A Daily Record Of That Part Of One's Life, Which He Can Relate To Himself Without Blushing.
Arena, N. In Politics, An Imaginary Rat-pit In Which The Statesman Wrestles With His Record.
I Wouldn't Be Surprised If History Records Tim Berners-lee As The Second Gutenberg.
