Word: bourbon
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Things are going dandily-the boys are $18,000 ahead-but the admiral (Dean Jagger) has noticed signals flashing from MAX's ship and concludes from the Morse that the Russians are attacking. Whereupon: somebody drinks a quart of bourbon and walks a window ledge. Somebody says, "Follow that gondola." The Russian consul pounds a table with his shoe. Somebody falls into a canal. Somebody proposes marriage. Somebody eats a mothball...
...motel last week cruised a Pontiac station wagon. There the owner unloaded a wondrous array of equipment: an indoor barbecue set and an outdoor barbecue set, a box of charcoal and a box of pots and pans, cocktail glasses, an ice chest, a bottle of gin, a bottle of bourbon, a bottle of blended whisky, two deck chairs, four books about the stock market, a rack of record albums, a set of golf clubs, crab nets, a Coleman lamp for flounder fishing, a football, two tennis rackets, playing cards, a hi-fi set, beach sandals, a straw...
...Nobody," says a fellow Bourbon Street trumpeter, "ever outblew Al." Even allowing for civic partisanship, the boast is not unreasonable. New Orleans Trumpeter Al ("The Monster") Hirt, 38, is a "center-lip" man who blows straight from the diaphragm and generates such a wind that trying to top him, testifies another associate, is like "blowing down the throat of a hurricane." In recent months, the hurricane has swirled through Las Vegas (The Dunes), Manhattan (Basin Street East) and the TV networks with an impact that has made Trumpeter Hirt one of the hottest properties in jazz...
Casual Kazoo. Last week, fresh off the road, Hirt was packing them in at the Pier 600 Club on Bourbon Street, where his success began. A huge (6 ft. 2 in., 300 lbs.), bush-bearded man, he stands on the bandstand, his trumpet like a toy kazoo in one hamlike hand. With his other hand, he sketches out a casual beat. Then he may break into a surprisingly agile buck and wing and lead his combo (trombone, clarinet, drums, bass, piano, trumpet) into a searing chorus of Down by the Riverside. Snarling, growling, shivering into a remarkably clean vibrato...
...infancy and "grown up wild." Well, then, "Believe! Believe and say 'God!' Say it! Say it!" Salome, swept away by George's oil-slick, sensual emotionalism, says it-"God!"-again and again "in humility and gratitude and ecstasy." George runs a traveling caravan that swizzles bourbon with its brimstone, and Salome, or Angel Baby, as they call her, hooks up. Brother George was long ago spliced to Mercedes McCambridge, a twisted, Bible-quoting shrike, but their platonic trailer-camp marriage is as punishing as purgatory. So those "illustrated sermons," in which Salome dances (not as her Biblical...