Word: ballad
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Holiday in Japan (at the New Frontier) is an Oriental variety show imported by Steve Parker, travel-happy husband of Cinemactress Shirley MacLaine (TIME, June 22). Ballad-belting M.C. James Shigeta imitates Elvis Presley with accurate Occidental accent, Belly Dancer Rie Taniuchi (34-21-35) oscillates through a Latin American cha cha cha, and the Nagata Kings pantomime a superb slapstick parody of baseball. What was missing from the start, by Vegas standards, was a satisfactory supply of nudes. But by week's end a number called Kyoto Doll was turning nightly into a rousing scene of near rape...
...German beer halls, the tune is pure Tin Pan Alley. But Sailor Freddy Quinn's plunking baritone puts something purely Teutonic into the German lyrics ("Brennend heisser Wüstensand, fern, so fern das Heimatland-Burning hot desert sand, far, so far, the homeland"). That well-forgotten U.S. ballad, Memories Are Made of This, beats out of the German jukeboxes as Heimweh (homesickness), and the manufactured nostalgia seems violently contagious. In three years, Freddy's Heimweh has sold more than 2,000,000 copies. It is the alltime European pop-record champ...
Denver, Colo., Red Rocks Music Festival: The Girl of the Golden West, with Eleanor Steber. At the City Auditorium: West Side Story, with the original cast. At the Central City Opera Festival: Die Fledermaus alternates with The Ballad of Baby...
...people from beneath a canopy held by knights, and keeping a sprig of rosemary thrown into her chariot, was a superb performer in the stagecraft of statecraft. She was also, according to Biographer Jenkins, a beautiful woman with golden-brown eyes of great brilliance. "Goddess, excellently bright," one ballad called...
...messenger and package wrapper in the garment district; nights he used to drop in at a Broadway jazz cellar known as the Royal Roost. He learned a few songs-Star Dust, Blue Moon, Pennies from Heaven-and landed a job. He made some recordings, even composed a quavering ballad titled Lean on Me ("You in your high ivory tower/ Drunk with the sense of your power/ I adore you/ Do I bore you? Come, come le-ean on me"). One night, when he was playing the Five O'Clock Club in Miami at $300 a week, he chucked...