Word: ain
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...called these blues pastel is colorblind. This is raw, strong and often ugly singing by Nina Simone, who makes one chilling visit to the South (Strange Fruit-"black bodies swinging from the trees") but mostly moans and shouts with gospel fervor about love and loneliness (End of the Line, Ain't No Use). Be My Husband is sung to the accompaniment of a loudly cracking whip...
...bald but wears a long beard, declared, "They say we're repulsive. But those peace creeps, they're the ones who are repulsive." He also protested press censorship. "I ran over four peace creeps with my own cycle, and the press didn't say anything about it. If that ain't censorship, I don't know what...
...PAXTON: AIN'T THAT NEWS! (Elektra). Like many another contemporary folknik, Paxton writes his own songs rather than searching Appalachia for old, impoverished ones. The result is a running satire pegged on today's headlines. With a precise, Midwest enunciation and simple guitar accompaniment, he sings out against everything from Mississippi injustice to the subliminal threat of war toys...
...nose was broken in one barracks fight; in another, five soldiers painted him white. "You ain't never gonna be this white, no matter how hard you try," one of them told him. But he emerged from the service with a spirit that was unbroken, determined to scrub out his color as a bar to reaching the top in show business. He began breaking down the taboos that have long circumscribed Negroes, including the rule that colored entertainers must never imitate white celebrities. "You just stick with Satchmo and Step'n Fetchit," begged his manager. But Davis listened...
...Clansman. Finally there were the unkindest cuts of all-from the Negro press, resentful of Davis' growing reputation for all-night all-white parties. "Howcum we never see Sammy Davis hangin' on the corner up here?" ran the cartoon in a Harlem paper. "You crazy, man? Sammy ain't colored no more...