Nicki Minaj, the current doyenne of hip-hop, put on a British accent for the opening lines—"Twisted fiction, sick addiction, so gather 'round children, zip it, listen"—of "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy".
Did you listen?" "Of course.
And she knows how to listen, of course.
One day it's a cheeky listen of Don't Mug Yourself behind the sheds at school.
The tourists don't listen, of course, and they are soon tromping through the buggy heat.
Not that he'd listen, of course, but it seems like a much more useful skill to cultivate.
She was standing in line with her ticket, telling anyone who would listen of the benefits of community health centers.
A back-to-back listen of rough mixes and finished cuts reveals something fascinating: Hendrix songs never sound finished.
They listen to tales (oh, do they listen), of lost loves, of illness, of engagements and pregnancy cravings.
It was not a comfortable way to listen, of course, but, in the quasi-experimental conditions, it was essential.
It was a decent man trying to share culpability and to effectively remind anyone who would listen of the old adage about treating triumph and disaster the same.
