And much to the consternation of their city cousins, many of whom view them with the same disdain they reserve in the other three seasons for the bridge-and-tunnel people who dare to cross the Hudson and East Rivers for a bit of Manhattan glamour, they seem to be taking over.

[…] a logical agitation of the matter […]

On that record, Bad Pumpkin, they romped around the fringes of hard rock, toying with cowpunk on one side and zanier stuff (a Television-at-the-beach instrumental) on the other.

You are thinking that in ten minutes from now you must do something — or it may be tomorrow, or a week from next Tuesday. Sometimes you think a year ahead, ...