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...Cocker is his real last name, but "Joe" is assumed. He was born John, and that, for some reason, just would not do. Before changing his given name, he worked by day as a pipefitter in his native Sheffield, 140 miles north of London, singing in the local pubs by night. For a while, he billed himself as Vance Arnold. The next year he changed his name again and hit the top-50 charts with a single called Marjorine, then reached the top ten with A Little Help from My Friends. Most of the time since, he has spent...
When things cannot be changed right off, though, the blues can be a big help. Like a lot of other white blues singers today-Joplin, Johnny Winter, John Mayall-Cocker occasionally encounters resentment that he, a white man, should dare to sing the black man's music. His reply to that is that the blues is now so important a music that it transcends racial boundaries. "Blues are in the back of everybody's mind," he says. "Everybody needs an outlet, 'cause no matter what you've got in possessions, you're still up against...
...whole is entitled "No Hard Felines." But, almost as if the Poonies felt this was too subtle a dig for its prospective readers (a subset of the readership of Life?, they talk in another part of the magazine about Life's "cute miscellany snapshot of somebody's noxious cocker spaniel wearing a lampshade on its head...
...convention delegation, the scene was near-anarchy but fairly typical. Advance radio plugs had invited the populace to the airport for a "moonlight meeting" with Bobby and Ethel. A mammoth traffic jam resulted. Finally arriving in the city, Kennedy stood on his convertible's hood with his Irish cocker spaniel Freckles at his feet. At Mt. Vernon and North Champion Avenues in the Negro Near East Side, friendly crowds engulfed the car. Admirers fell over each other and into the motorcade's path; Kennedy aides had to scoop children from harm's way. One mother plunked her baby on Ethel...
When Jacqueline Kennedy comes to Cambridge, the last vestige of magisterial hauteur disappears. "He fawns over her like a cocker spaniel," harrumphs a neighbor. "He bounds out onto the lawn wreathed in smiles, escorts her into the house as though she were made of eggs, and hovers...