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Peters does'll be all right? We left in such a hurry yesterday. The county attorney looked at the two women whom they were leaving alone there among the kitchen things. Peters," he said, his glance resting on the woman who was not Mrs. Peters, the big farmer woman who stood behind the sheriff's wife. Peters is one of us," he said, in a manner of entrusting responsibility. Peters, for anything that might be of use.

No telling; you women might come upon a clue to the motive—and that's the thing we need. The women stood motionless and silent, listening to the footsteps, first upon the stairs, then in the room above them. Then, as if releasing herself from something strange, Mrs. Hale began to arrange the dirty pans under the sink, which the county attorney's disdainful push of the foot had deranged.

Hale bluffly; "but I guess that deputy sheriff that come out to make the fire might have got a little of this on. Seems mean to talk about her for not having things slicked up, when she had to come away in such a hurry. She looked around the kitchen. Certainly it was not "slicked up. The cover was off the wooden bucket, and beside it was a paper bag—half full. She thought of the flour in her kitchen at home—half sifted, half not sifted.

She had been interrupted, and had left things half done. Why had that work been left half done? She made a move as if to finish it,—unfinished things always bothered her,—and then she glanced around and saw that Mrs. Peters was watching her—and she didn't want Mrs. Peters to get that feeling she had got of work begun and then—for some reason—not finished. It was a sorry enough looking sight, but "Here's one that's all right," she said at last.

She held it toward the light. I remember the afternoon I put up my cherries last summer. She set the bottle on the table, and, with another sigh, started to sit down in the rocker. But she did not sit down. Something kept her from sitting down in that chair. She straightened—stepped back, and, half turned away, stood looking at it, seeing the woman who had sat there "pleatin' at her apron.

The thin voice of the sheriff's wife broke in upon her: Hale stood examining the clothes the woman who was being detained in town had said she wanted. I s'pose she felt she couldn't do her part; and then, you don't enjoy things when you feel shabby. She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively—when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls, singing in the choir. But that—oh, that was twenty years ago. With a carefulness in which there was something tender, she folded the shabby clothes and piled them at one corner of the table.

She looked up at Mrs. Peters and there was something in the other woman's look that irritated her. Then she looked again, and she wasn't so sure; in fact, she hadn't at any time been perfectly sure about Mrs.

Immigration Hustle (The Kink Twins #1)

She had that shrinking manner, and yet her eyes looked as if they could see a long way into things. Funny thing to want," she ventured in her nervous little way, "for there's not much to get you dirty in jail, goodness knows. But I suppose just to make her feel more natural. If you're used to wearing an apron—. She said they were in the bottom drawer of this cupboard. And then her little shawl that always hung on the stair door.

She took the small gray shawl from behind the door leading upstairs, and stood a minute looking at it. Worryin' about her fruit. Peters says—it looks bad for her. Henderson is awful sarcastic in a speech, and he's going to make fun of her saying she didn't—wake up. For a moment Mrs. Hale had no answer. Then, "Well, I guess John Wright didn't wake up—when they was slippin' that rope under his neck," she muttered. Hale said," said Mrs.

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Hale, in a resolutely natural voice. He says that's what he can't understand. Henderson said, coming out, that what was needed for the case was a motive. Something to show anger—or sudden feeling. It was as if her mind tripped on something. Her eye was caught by a dish-towel in the middle of the kitchen table. Slowly she moved toward the table. One half of it was wiped clean, the other half messy.

Her eyes made a slow, almost unwilling turn to the bucket of sugar and the half empty bag beside it. Things begun—and not finished. I hope she had it a little more red up up there. She turned to the stove, saying something about that fire not being much to brag of. She worked with it a minute, and when she straightened up she said aggressively:. How'd you like to cook on this? She opened the oven door and started to express her opinion of the oven; but she was swept into her own thoughts, thinking of what it would mean, year after year, to have that stove to wrestle with.

The thought of Minnie Foster trying to bake in that oven—and the thought of her never going over to see Minnie Foster—. The sheriff's wife had looked from the stove to the sink—to the pail of water which had been carried in from outside. The two women stood there silent, above them the footsteps of the men who were looking for evidence against the woman who had worked in that kitchen.

That look of seeing into things, of seeing through a thing to something else, was in the eyes of the sheriff's wife now. Hale next spoke to her, it was gently:. Peters went to the back of the room to hang up the fur tippet she was wearing. A moment later she exclaimed, "Why, she was piecing a quilt," and held up a large sewing basket piled high with quilt pieces.

They were so engaged with the quilt that they did not hear the footsteps on the stairs. Just as the stair door opened Mrs. There was a laugh for the ways of women, a warming of hands over the stove, and then the county attorney said briskly:. Hale said resentfully, after the outside door had closed on the three men—"our taking up our time with little things while we're waiting for them to get the evidence. I don't see as it's anything to laugh about. They returned to an inspection of the block for the quilt.

Hale was looking at the fine, even sewing, and preoccupied with thoughts of the woman who had done that sewing, when she heard the sheriff's wife say, in a queer tone:. Peters, in a troubled way. Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! Their eyes met—something flashed to life, passed between them; then, as if with an effort, they seemed to pull away from each other.

Then she had pulled a knot and drawn the threads. She threaded a needle and started to replace bad sewing with good. For a little while she sewed in silence. Then, in that thin, timid voice, she heard:. Hale, as if dismissing a thing not important enough to spend much time on. I sew awful queer sometimes when I'm just tired. She cut a thread, and out of the corner of her eye looked up at Mrs. The small, lean face of the sheriff's wife seemed to have tightened up. Her eyes had that look of peering into something. But next moment she moved, and said in her thin, indecisive way:. They may be through sooner than we think.

I wonder where I could find a piece of paper—and string. One piece of the crazy sewing remained unripped. Peters' back turned, Martha Hale now scrutinized that piece, compared it with the dainty, accurate sewing of the other blocks. The difference was startling. Peter was holding up. She used to sing real pretty herself. I wonder what happened to it.

She's got that feeling some people have about cats—being afraid of them. When they brought her to our house yesterday, my cat got in the room, and she was real upset and asked me to take it out. The sheriff's wife did not reply. The silence made Mrs. Peters was examining the bird-cage. Again their eyes met—startled, questioning, apprehensive. For a moment neither spoke nor stirred.

Hale, turning away, said brusquely:. Peters put the bird-cage on the table and sat down. Hale, a certain determined naturalness in her voice. She had picked up the sewing, but now it dropped in her lap, and she murmured in a different voice: I wish I had come over sometimes when she was here.

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I"—she looked around—"I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road. I don't know what it is, but it's a lonesome place, and always was. I wish I had come over to see Minnie Foster sometimes. I can see now—" She did not put it into words. Hale, after a silence, "but it makes a quiet house—and Wright out to work all day—and no company when he did come in. Did you know John Wright, Mrs. But he was a hard man, Mrs. Just to pass the time of day with him—. But after she said it she reached over and swung the broken door.

Both women watched it as if somehow held by it. Real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and—fluttery. That held her for a long time. Finally, as if struck with a happy thought and relieved to get back to every-day things, she exclaimed:. Peters, why don't you take the quilt in with you?

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It might take up her mind. Hale," agreed the sheriff's wife, as if she too were glad to come into the atmosphere of a simple kindness. Now, just what will I take? I wonder if her patches are in here—and her things. Hale, bringing out a roll of cloth. Underneath that was a box. I'll warrant that was something she had a long time ago—when she was a girl. And then again the eyes of the two women met—this time clung together in a look of dawning comprehension, of growing horror.

Peters looked from the dead bird to the broken door of the cage. Again their eyes met. And just then there was a sound at the outside door. Hale slipped the box under the quilt pieces in the basket, and sank into the chair before it. Peters stood holding to the table. The county attorney and the sheriff came in from outside. He caught sight of the bird-cage.

The county attorney did not heed her. Now let's go upstairs again and go over it, piece by piece. It would have to have been some one who knew just the—". The two women sat motionless, not looking at each other, but as if peering into something and at the same time holding back. When they spoke now it was as if they were afraid of what they were saying, but as if they could not help saying it.

Peters, under her breath, "my kitten—there was a boy took a hatchet, and before my eyes—before I could get there—" She covered her face an instant. Hale at last began, as if feeling her way over strange ground—"never to have had any children around? She used to sing. He killed that too. Hale," said the sheriff's wife. Hale had not moved. It was as if something within her not herself had spoken, and it found in Mrs. Peters something she did not know as herself.

Peters, in just that same way. Then she too pulled back. Hale," she said in her tight little way. The picture of that girl, the fact that she had lived neighbor to that girl for twenty years, and had let her die for lack of life, was suddenly more than she could bear. That was a crime! Who's going to punish that? We live close together, and we live far apart.

We all go through the same things—it's all just a different kind of the same thing! She dashed her hand across her eyes. Then, seeing the jar of fruit on the table, she reached for it and choked out:. Tell her it's all right—all of it. Here—take this in to prove it to her!

She—she may never know whether it was broke or not. Peters reached out for the bottle of fruit as if she were glad to take it—as if touching a familiar thing, having something to do, could keep her from something else. She got up, looked about for something to wrap the fruit in, took a petticoat from the pile of clothes she had brought from the front room, and nervously started winding that round the bottle.

Getting all stirred up over a little thing like a—dead canary. But you know juries when it comes to women. If there was some definite thing—something to show. Something to make a story about. A thing that would connect up with this clumsy way of doing it. In a covert way Mrs. Hale looked at Mrs. Peters was looking at her.

The outer door opened and Mr. I'm not satisfied we can't do better. Hale's hand was on the sewing basket in which the box was concealed. She felt that she ought to take her hand off the basket. She did not seem able to. He picked up one of the quilt blocks which she had piled on to cover the box. Her eyes felt like fire. She had a feeling that if he took up the basket she would snatch it from him.

Peters doesn't need supervising. For that matter, a sheriff's wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs. Peters was standing beside the table. Hale shot a look up at her; but she could not see her face. Peters had turned away. When she spoke, her voice was muffled. He moved toward the door into the front room, and said to the county attorney:.

Hale," said the sheriff to the farmer, who was still waiting by the door. Hale went to look after the horses. The sheriff followed the county attorney into the other room. Again—for one final moment—the two women were alone in that kitchen. Martha Hale sprang up, her hands tight together, looking at that other woman, with whom it rested. At first she could not see her eyes, for the sheriff's wife had not turned back since she turned away at that suggestion of being married to the law.

Hale made her turn back. Her eyes made her turn back. Peters turned her head until her eyes met the eyes of the other woman. There was a moment when they held each other in a steady, burning look in which there was no evasion nor flinching. Then Martha Hale's eyes pointed the way to the basket in which was hidden the thing that would make certain the conviction of the other woman—that woman who was not there and yet who had been there with them all through that hour.

Peters did not move. And then she did it. With a rush forward, she threw back the quilt pieces, got the box, tried to put it in her handbag. It was too big. Desperately she opened it, started to take the bird out. But there she broke—she could not touch the bird. She stood there helpless, foolish. There was the sound of a knob turning in the inner door.

Martha Hale snatched the box from the sheriff's wife, and got it in the pocket of her big coat just as the sheriff and the county attorney came back into the kitchen. She was going to—what is it you call it, ladies? And it must be said: Olive Kitteridge is not a sympathetic character. Her husband is long-suffering. Perhaps in years past, he saw something redeeming in Olive, but even he has to brush off and walk away from her brusqueness. Why, then, would I recommend a book like this? For Strout seems to be saying: As novelist Melissa Bank says of the book in her review for NPR, who says you have to like a character?

Strictly speaking, Olive Kitteridge is a very loosely connected collection of short stories. Yes, Olive shows up in every story — but sometimes she merely walks across the stage or, perhaps, walks across one corner of the stage. In addition to painting a portrait of Olive Kitteridge, Strout also brings to life the world of Crosby, a small town in Maine.

When we leave Olive behind — as we do in several stories — we stay in Crosby, and we learn the many ways the community hurts, then marches on despite this hurt. Is Olive Kitteridge more than a collection of short stories? To my mind, it does very much work as a composite novel. To translate the book to television, the screenplay writer, Jane Anderson, put the story in roughly chronological order with Olive consistently at the center of events. Despite this imposition of linearity where there is none in the book, the miniseries is a well-done production winning eight Emmy Awards.

I highly recommend reading the book first, then watching the miniseries. There you can also listen to Sandra Burr read an excerpt from Olive Kitteridge, watch one of the trailers for the HBO miniseries, and watch Elizabeth Strout discuss the book. And Dickinson is not a storyteller per se. But her nearly 1, poems speak deeply and powerfully to the human condition. They give a still unparalleled account of what it is to be human. Poem does have some elements of storytelling.

Was she writing of a disappointment with her sister-in-law, Sue, believed by many to have been her lover? Was it a loss of a different kind? We will never know that part of the story — the who, what, when, where, perhaps not even the why. But we do very much know the how — how the loss affected her, how it feels as a human being to grieve, to feel pain. Without a doubt, this poem makes me think of my dear friend Patricia Dwyer. When she was in high school, Patricia listened as her English teacher — a Catholic nun — recited this particular Dickinson poem. I want to do what Sister Helen Anthony has just done.

The power of this poem came to me fully in , when Patricia and I were team-teaching a course on American Transcendentalism. There, we stood at the Dickinson family plot, bounded by a wrought-iron fence. It was a snowy March day, gray, heavy, damp. Together, we and our students stood silently, paying homage to the great poet. Out of the snowy silence, Patricia began to recite the poem.

The silence grew deeper, and without a dry eye in the bunch, we quietly walked out of the cemetery. A good overview of Dickinson and her work can be found at the Poetry Foundation website. The definitive collection of her poems was edited by Thomas H. Eliot as one of the greatest short stories ever written.

The storyline is simple enough: As Gabriel and Gretta leave the party, the snow which had been lightly falling when they arrived at the beginning of the evening has become quite heavy. The closing scene finds Gretta asleep at their hotel while Gabriel stands at the window looking at the snow blanketing the city. Gabriel feels, in fact, that the snow is falling over the entirety of Ireland. Before falling asleep, Gretta had shared a memory about Michael Furey, the Irish activist lover of her youth.

The ending, it would seem, is deliberately ambiguous. The collection was rejected 17 times over a year period, with some of those rejections being based on what publishers and printers considered to be objectionable material. Of course, he would go on to write again and again about the Irish capital, most famously in his novel, Ulysses, which recounts one day in the life of Leopold Bloom as he makes his way through the streets of Dublin. Each story in the collection features a different resident of Dublin, and each tells a different tale of the suffocating, dreary lives lived in this city.

The characters presented here suffer from spiritual paralysis, squelched freedom, and. Joyce himself admitted that the stories capture some of the unhappiest moments of life. Has Gabriel had an epiphany about the ways in which the dead live on in the memories of the living? Or has he succumbed — as the other characters in the Dubliners stories do — to a kind of paralysis, a numbing inability to be fully alive?

Is the snow a beautiful phenomenon that brings all of Ireland together? Or is it a symbol of coldness, of death, a killing frost? Even in January, snow is unusual in Ireland and cannot last forever. Want to dig deeper? A helpful glossary of terms is available, and a digitized copy of the first edition of Dubliners can be found at Internet Archive. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest.

It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also. Miss Kate and Miss Julia were there, gossiping and laughing and fussing, walking after each other to the head of the stairs, peering down over the banisters and calling down to Lily to ask her who had come. Never once had it fallen flat. That was a good thirty years ago if it was a day. Mary Jane, who was then a little girl in short clothes, was now the main prop of the household, for she had the organ in Haddington Road.

Many of her pupils belonged to the better-class families on the Kingstown and Dalkey line. Old as they were, her aunts also did their share. Though their life was modest they believed in eating well; the best of everything: But Lily seldom made a mistake in the orders so that she got on well with her three mistresses. They were fussy, that was all. But the only thing they would not stand was back answers. Of course they had good reason to be fussy on such a night. Besides they were dreadfully afraid that Freddy Malins might turn up screwed. Freddy Malins always came late but they wondered what could be keeping Gabriel: He stood on the mat, scraping the snow from his goloshes, while Lily led his wife to the foot of the stairs and called out:.

Kate and Julia came toddling down the dark stairs at once. A light fringe of snow lay like a cape on the shoulders of his overcoat and like toecaps on the toes of his goloshes; and, as the buttons of his overcoat slipped with a squeaking noise through the snow-stiffened frieze, a cold, fragrant air from out-of-doors escaped from crevices and folds. She had preceded him into the pantry to help him off with his overcoat.

Gabriel smiled at the three syllables she had given his surname and glanced at her. She was a slim, growing girl, pale in complexion and with hay-coloured hair. The gas in the pantry made her look still paler. Gabriel had known her when she was a child and used to sit on the lowest step nursing a rag doll.

He looked up at the pantry ceiling, which was shaking with the stamping and shuffling of feet on the floor above, listened for a moment to the piano and then glanced at the girl, who was folding his overcoat carefully at the end of a shelf.

Gabriel coloured as if he felt he had made a mistake and, without looking at her, kicked off his goloshes and flicked actively with his muffler at his patent-leather shoes. He was a stout tallish young man. The high colour of his cheeks pushed upwards even to his forehead where it scattered itself in a few formless patches of pale red; and on his hairless face there scintillated restlessly the polished lenses and the bright gilt rims of the glasses which screened his delicate and restless eyes.

His glossy black hair was parted in the middle and brushed in a long curve behind his ears where it curled slightly beneath the groove left by his hat. When he had flicked lustre into his shoes he stood up and pulled his waistcoat down more tightly on his plump body. Then he took a coin rapidly from his pocket.

He waited outside the drawing-room door until the waltz should finish, listening to the skirts that swept against it and to the shuffling of feet. It had cast a gloom over him which he tried to dispel by arranging his cuffs and the bows of his tie. He then took from his waistcoat pocket a little paper and glanced at the headings he had made for his speech.

He was undecided about the lines from Robert Browning for he feared they would be above the heads of his hearers. Some quotation that they would recognise from Shakespeare or from the Melodies would be better. He would only make himself ridiculous by quoting poetry to them which they could not understand. They would think that he was airing his superior education. He would fail with them just as he had failed with the girl in the pantry. He had taken up a wrong tone. His whole speech was a mistake from first to last, an utter failure. His aunts were two small plainly dressed old women.

Aunt Julia was an inch or so the taller. Her hair, drawn low over the tops of her ears, was grey; and grey also, with darker shadows, was her large flaccid face. Though she was stout in build and stood erect her slow eyes and parted lips gave her the appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where she was going. Aunt Kate was more vivacious.

They both kissed Gabriel frankly. He was their favourite nephew, the son of their dead elder sister, Ellen, who had married T. Conroy of the Port and Docks. Cab windows rattling all the way, and the east wind blowing in after we passed Merrion. Very jolly it was. Gretta caught a dreadful cold. And she simply hates the sight of it! She broke out into a peal of laughter and glanced at her husband, whose admiring and happy eyes had been wandering from her dress to her face and hair. Gabriel laughed nervously and patted his tie reassuringly while Aunt Kate nearly doubled herself, so heartily did she enjoy the joke.

After a pause she asked:. You wear them over your We both have a pair now. Gabriel says everyone wears them on the continent. The Vincent motorcycle company — based in Great Britain — made motorcycles for only four years and made fewer than thirty of this particular bike in What I and so many others!

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The mixtape features contributions from Grand Hustle artists T. Background In January , B. B announced an upcoming Grand Hustle compilation album titled Hustle Gang. The Devon Heritage Centre in Exeter is the main archive. It has a branch office, the North Devon Record Office in Barnstaple established in , which is the repository for records broadly relating to North Devon. In addition, there is the Plymouth and West Devon Record Office in Plymouth, run since as an independent archive service by Plymouth City Council, which hold records relevant to the area indicated by its name.

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The show was filmed in Iceland and Mono Lake in California. Upon reaching orbit, it deploys the Darwin Reconnaissance Orbiter, which looks for potential landing sites for the probes. The first probe, Balboa, explodes along with its lifting body transport during entry, because one of its wings failed to un The song, produced by Mannie Fresh, was released December 12, Composition According to Mannie Fresh: He did all three verses, full-on. He already knew what he was gonna do, he had it memorized.

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Andreu Buenafuente said of her that she was "the coplera 2. Biography Elsa Rovayo was born in Ceuta. She was the youngest of three brothers, and as a child she wanted to be an artist. She passed through the dance academies of the city that soon became too limited for her. He has released six mixtapes and one studio album, Ransom 2. Early life Williams was born in Marietta, Georgia, the youngest of three children; he has two older sisters. His mother, Shirley Williams, a former bank loan officer, was once in a gospel group, singing for Dottie Peoples. It lasted from to Its most famous songs are Cuatro rosas, Camino Soria, La culpa fue del cha-cha-cha and Al calor del amor en un bar.

Obediencia Tres Cipreses, Camino Soria EMI, Cien mil vueltas EMI, La culpa fue de Gabinete EMI, Patrick Hall born November 17, , better known by his stage name Gangsta Pat, is an American rapper from Memphis, Tennessee who established himself in the Memphis underground during the late s and is the son of Stax Records drummer, Willie Hall.

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Career During the reign of Sadnalegs c. During this period, the Tibetan empire stretched as far west as Samarkand and Kabul and was coming into conflict with the Arabs of western Asia. Circa AD, Triusmje defeated the Abbasid Caliphate and installed a Tibetan governor of Kabul, capturing Caliphate troops and pressing them into service on the empire's eastern frontier.

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During the next fifteen years, Trisumje led an army So far they have released six studio albums, a collection boxset and a live record. Lead guitars occasionally History In , after having been a member of 9 different punk bands, Kutxi Romero decided to form a rock group. DiCaprio 2 is the second studio album by American rapper J. D, hosted by DJ Drama. The album experienced several delays due to issues with sample clearances. Cole, Joey Badass and Method Man. Production of DiCaprio 2 was handled by a variety of record producers, including Christo, J.

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D described the album as a "clusterfuck of different stories". D said that each song on the album feels "like an individual film", and rapper Mac Miller Laura Pausini, omri Italian: As a child, she was encouraged by her father to join him during his performances in local piano bars. After competing in local singing contests, Pausini signed her first recording contract. She rose to fame in , winning the newcomer artists' section of the 43rd Sanremo Music Festival with her debut single "La solitudine",[1] which became an Italian standard[2] and an international hit, topping the charts in Italy, the Netherlands and Belgium.

The name comes from the Lucky Luke's characters, The Dalton's brothers. Mad Man Records, Nada suena igual MiniLP. Dro East West, Singles Los latidos de siempre. El crimen del siglo. Espejos que no devuelven las miradas. Mario Gil La Mode and Aviador Dro produced some of the records, elevating the overall quality of the songs. The musical style of the compositions is deliberately cheesy and corny, which contrasts with the lyrics, which use black humor, sarcasm and irony in a way that it only makes sense in the "everything is valid" creative impulse of La movida in Madrid during the s.

It was his first hit single, peaking at 7 on the Billboard Hot [1] and also becoming a top 20 hit in the Netherlands, UK and Canada. Background and release In , a fledgling Miami-based Jamaican production team known as Black Shadow created a new dancehall rhythm which they called "The Buzz". Of approximately 12 tracks that were vocalized by the latest stars and upcoming artists of dancehall, four of them became hits in the following year -- Elephant Man's "Haters Wanna War", Cobra's "Press Trigger", Sizzla's "Pump Up", and Sean Paul's "Gimme The Light", which became the most popular one because of its catchy chorus.

Manrique, Diego 12 January Retrieved 4 January Stapell 28 September Culture, Politics, and Identity After Franco. Nieto, Antonio 18 June Retrieved 5 January Studies in Popular Music. Member feedback about DRO Records: Member feedback about Young Dro: Southern hip hop musicians Revolvy Brain revolvybrain. Member feedback about Aviador Dro: Spanish musical groups Revolvy Brain revolvybrain. Dro topic Dro or DRO may refer to: Member feedback about Grand Hustle Records: Vanity record labels Revolvy Brain revolvybrain.

Member feedback about Warner Music Group: Member feedback about Vivir Sin Miedo: Concha Buika albums Revolvy Brain revolvybrain. List of record labels: A—H topic This is a list of notable record labels, starting with A—H.