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Bubble gum and poison

Stephin Merritt's melodies sparkle with sweetness, but his lyrics drip with despair

By Joan Anderman
Globe Staff / May 21, 2004

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The Rawhide, a gay bar in Lower Manhattan, opens early. They keep the place dark and play dance music at a moderate volume. For these reasons it's a favorite of old men who like to drink during the day and the songwriter Stephin Merritt, who likes to sit at a table and write what history may someday ... (Full Article: 1475 Words)

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