Summer in America. A time for blood-drenched, dumbed-down action-adventure movies high on corpses, dinosaurs and extraterrestrials, but low on heart. Summer in America. Turn on the TV and watch your tobacco-chawing interleague baseball games; lay down your $49.95 and catch a championship-boxing match complete with an outrageous ear-chewing incident. Summer in America. Also a season for music: strutting macho megatours; draining weekend-long rock festivals; sweaty dance clubs throbbing with testosterone-filled techno. Dial up Ticketmaster; go to an outdoor alternative-rock show in a field, in a stadium; see the teeming, churning mosh pits, the muscular bare-chested frat boys, the sharp, scabbed elbows,...
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