Word: banjo
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Someone on cellblock B struck a five-string banjo and began to sing: 'I got those cellblock blues/ I'm feeling blue all the time/ I got those cellblock blues/ Fenced in by walls I can't climb. . .' He was good. The voice and the banjo were loud, clear and true, and brought into that border country the fact that it was a late summer afternoon all over that part of the world. Out the window he could see some underwear and fatigues hung out to dry. They moved in the breeze as if this movement...
...various squads, and not listening to speeches. One of his reading period papers featured this appeal: "It seems a pity that more men do not realize the pleasures and benefits to be had from membership in one of the various musical organizations in the University. The Freshman Glee, Banjo and Mandolin clubs, which practice through the winter and give three or four concerts shortly after the spring recess, offer an opportunity not only to make new acquaintances...but also to gain valuable lessons in singing or instrumental playing." And when the Union, then run as a club reported that...
...Cambridge party, the expatriate-in-training met Shyla Leary, a tall, dark-haired student of engineering and physics at Radcliffe. Says Shyla: "I was going out with a Saltonstall at the time. But I passed a bedroom and saw John alone sitting in his shorts and playing a banjo. I said to myself, 'That's for me.' " She had to wait a few months...
...Light Street Pavilion, followed by soft-shell crab par-migiano at the Big Cheese. Dinner was at the Taverna Athena, a Greek bistro in the Pratt Street Pavilion. Afterward came coffee and dessert at Tandoor and a nightcap at the Phillips Harborplace restaurant, where a banjo band plays until 11 p.m. "I never get tired of Harborplace," Rouse sighs. "There's always something to do and see." Gazing across the harbor at the floodlit aquarium, he adds: "Cities are where the action is. Without them we would have none of the things we associate with a modern society. No arts...
...fringes of the mining belt. Her father was a guide on a hunting preserve ("He was a good shot. I grew up eating venison"). Her mother, trained as a beautician, worked counters at local truck stops. During long evenings at home, her father played guitar, mandolin and banjo, and her mother sang while she and her younger sister Randy sat back at the kitchen table and listened. "It was strictly country," she says. "I loved the songs more than the singing. Country music is a storytelling...