Tru
Tru may refer to:
See also
Tru (restaurant)
Tru is a French restaurant in Chicago which holds one Michelin Star as of 2012. In 2013, Tru was once again awarded 5 diamonds from the American Automobile Association. Since 2004, the restaurant has been a recipient of the Wine Spectator Grand Award. Tru is part of the Lettuce Entertain You Enterprises restaurant group.
The Executive Chef is Anthony Martin.
References
Tru (play)
Tru is a 1989 play by Jay Presson Allen, adapted from the words and works of Truman Capote.
Background
Adapted from the words and works of Truman Capote, Tru is set in the writer's New York City apartment at 870 United Nations Plaza the week before Christmas 1975. An excerpt from Capote's infamous unfinished roman a clef, Answered Prayers, recently has been published in Esquire. Having recognized thinly veiled versions of themselves, Manhattan socialites such as Babe Paley and Slim Keith turn their backs on the man they once considered a close confidant. Alone and lonely, Capote — soothing himself with pills, vodka, cocaine, and chocolate truffles — muses about his checkered life and career in what is essentially a two-act monodrama.
There is one anachronism in the script. At one point Capote, talking about suicide, states he has stashed enough pills to stage his own Jonestown Massacre. The Jonestown Massacre did not occur until 1978, three years after the period portrayed in Tru.
Candy (Iggy Pop song)
"Candy" is a song by Iggy Pop from his ninth solo album, Brick by Brick. The song is a duet with Kate Pierson of The B-52's, and was released as the album's second single in September 1990. The song became the biggest mainstream hit of Pop's career, as he reached the US Top 40 chart for the first and only time.
"Candy" was later included on the 1996 compilation Nude & Rude: The Best of Iggy Pop, as well as the 2005 two-disc greatest hits collection, A Million in Prizes: The Anthology.
Lyrics
In "Candy", the initial narrator is a man (Pop) who grieves over a lost love. Following the first chorus, the perspective of the woman (Pierson) is heard. She expresses, unbeknownst to the male, that she misses him as well. According to Pop, the lyrics refer to his teenage girlfriend, Betsy. Pop said:
Another interpretation of the song is that the male protagonist sings to a prostitute, who gave him "love for free," while the woman explains that she has grown tired of the men "down on the street", and that she just wants love, not games.
List of Jo Stafford compilation albums
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Candy (Southern and Hoffenberg novel)
Candy is a 1958 novel written by Maxwell Kenton, the pseudonym of Terry Southern and Mason Hoffenberg, who wrote it in collaboration for the "dirty book" publisher Olympia Press, which published the novel as part of its "Traveller's Companion" series. According to Hoffenberg,
Southern had a different take on the novel's genesis, claiming it was based on a short story he had written about a girl living in New York's Greenwich Village neighborhood, a Good Samaritan-type, who became involved with a hunchback. After he read Southern's story in manuscript form, Hoffenberg suggested the character should have more adventures. Southern suggested that Hoffenberg write a story about the girl, and he came up with the chapter in which Candy meets Dr. Krankheit at the hospital.
They finished the book in the commune of Tourrettes-sur-Loup France, in a cottage that Southern's friend Mordecai Richler rented for them.
Southern and Hoffenberg battled Olympia Press publisher Maurice Girodias over the copyright after the book was published in North America by Putnam under the authors' own names and became a best-seller.
Podcasts:
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by TRU
I Got Candy
by: TRUThis for all ya'll niggaz dat TRU to the g-zame.
From Master P and the whole TRU click. It's time to hook ya ice
cream up and turn it into candy.
[Mo B. Dick:] Oh!
[Chorus I:] I got candy!
Mo B. Dick: I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend
I got candy!
Mo B. Dick: I wanna know
If you feel it, too, just like I do.
[Silkk]
I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sock
Pause for a second when I see the cops
Rocks of candy, whatever you wanna call it
But when I get you hooked, it's like a muthafuckin alcoholic
I stay ??? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster
Candy I have move em fast like ???
Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack
9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back
Whole bunch a niggaz, and just one fiend
They come to me for less cut, cause I boast bigger cream
And them fiends come back cause they understand me,
I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy
[Chorus II:] He's got candy! Yo eyes roll in your head,
[Mo B. Dick:] You toss and turn in yo bed
Cause I only sell the best to you,
[Mo B. Dick:] Indeed I do!
Simply put I'm the reason why
[Silkk:] Why?
Everyday you get high,
[Mo B. Dick:] Real high!
And you know I got that crack for you
[Mo B. Dick:] Indeed I do!
Just for you
[Silkk]
I'm sittin on the post, choppin game with this bitch,
I see ya later ho, I gots money to get
Cause as long as a fiend with dream, I got cream
Money moves everything around me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ??? with a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and parlour
On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow
My money makes stacks and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay bills
And these niggaz can't stand me
Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like grass
Cause I'm a stay hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch,
Because it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, I got
candy
[Chorus I]
[Master P]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke weed cause I'm a drug deala
I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla
7 grams for $2.50,
Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me
I keep a stash for the drought,
But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my mouth
My homies use code names,
Like L.D., Big Champ, Slim, T Dove, and Big Mann
I take penetentiary chances to make a livin,
Every 1st of the month, is like Thanksgiving
Fiends hug me like they miss me
Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me
I get my candy from California by the keys
Ship it in boats and trains back to New Orleans
And open up shop like Mr. Rogers,
But sell mo hits than the Dodgers
And fiends holla "ungh!" cause it's all good
From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood
And when you sellin candy trust nobody
Cause niggaz even snitched on John Gotti
Niggaz stay TRU to the g-zame,
Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game
And never go to the fedz on ya folks
Cause punks get fucked with the soap
[Chorus III:]
[Mo B. Dick:] I got that real good cocaine (cocaine) each and
every day, All real TRU soldiers, on these streets I gotta get my pay.
My game so tight, So good, so good, yeah!
[Mo B. Dick:] Cocaine, he-roin, that fire ass weed
Values and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. Oh!