Word: ain
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sweeps her almond eyes over the ringside tables, she lets flutter a throaty, tongue-trilling sound that suggests nothing so much as the invitation of an amorous cobra. Within the framework of That Old Black Magic she sings a medley of songs -Hold Him, Joe; Matilda; It Ain't Necessarily So; When the Saints Go Marching In -intersperses them with barefooted, hip-shaking dances. In her finale, she strips to fringed pantaloons and wriggles about the stage in a dance that starts the drummer shouting ("Don't stop now, Sallie, don't stop now!") and the audience...
Abbey is less flamboyant, depends on an occasional shimmy of her spangled hips or a body-shaping gesture of her hands to prime her audience for her blues-tinted ballads -Yon Do Something to Me, Fools Rush In, I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good. In Detroit's Flame Show Bar, she appears sleekly encased in a bare-shouldered black dress, throws her head back, and through pouting lips floats out her sad, sexy lyrics in a voice smoky with longing. Her timing and enunciation are precise. Usually she plays the elegant if slightly shopworn lady...
...They ain't had any larnin...
...than a little frightening. American Bandstand assaults the ear with rock 'n' roll interrupted only by mournful ballads. This is bad enough, but the show is even more dismaying to the eye: furrow-browed teen-agers jolting to the jangling beat of lyrics like "Skinny Minnie, she ain't skinny, she's tall, that's all." Worse yet is the sagging, zombie-eyed shuffle brought on by a ballad like Oh, Oh, Falling in Love. Some adult squares get the feeling that they are peeking at a hotbed of juvenile delinquency. But Bandstand gets...
...with music and a minimum" is bound to go the way of all the big clubs. "I'm in this business 21 years, and everyone always calls me a success, but how come I'm always borrowing money?" To that, a former associate replies: "Ben ain't in this to look at pretty girls in tights; he don't do nothin' that don't make money." Whatever else he may do, Club Owner Maksik looks like a guy who knows his Brooklyn...