Word: disks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...there a quiver to those rosebud lips, a beginning of wilt to those poodle-wool sideburns? For two years, lovers of peace, quiet and a less epileptic kind of minstrelsy have waited for Elvis Presley and the adenoidal art form, rock 'n' roll, to fade. But knowledgeable disk jockeys and trade bulletins offer such purists little hope. In spite of previously noted tremors, last week rock 'n' roll looked solid as Gibraltar, and Elvis-with a new stomp-and-holler hit, Jailhouse Rock (RCA Victor)- was perched right...
...lullaby is one of a dozen Songs of Couch and Consultation (Commentary Records) beguilingly warbled over her own guitar playing by blonde Nightclub Singer Katie Lee. With lyrics by Bud Freeman, a sometime movie press-agent and independent recordmaker, the disk is an eminently amusing spoof of the nation's taste in song and psychoanalysis. As the album opens, Katie is heard applying to a head-shrinker...
...Waldron, 35, of Seattle's radio station KOL, is a sad-faced disk jockey who hates rock "n" roll ("Sounds like a drunk with the heaves") and dislikes his work ("It's not very much fun, you know"). But to Seattle's schoolchildren, brainy Bob has been a sort of hero-ever since the night he inadvertently stumbled into the field of education. "A couple of weeks ago," he explains, "I was sitting here bored as hell, wondering what to do next and rattling on, and I make this innocent statement-something like: 'Hey, kids...
...WILY's three hard-driving Negro disk jockeys, two will be replaced by white men, one will remain: Sir Walter Raleigh, whose haughty, sardonic British accent seems to make hipsters flip. Says Raleigh, as he lays on such "crazy wax" as O Bop She Bop and Rockin' Pneumonia: "Well, chaps, that's the way the mop flops. Lads and deicers, we're feeling rather geometric this afternoon, yes, indeedy, we have happy sounds coming up; a jolly good show, what...
Chez Patachou (Columbia LP). The sod-and-sunshine girl from France belts out a few sinewy numbers about love and things on the good, peasant earth. In one nontypical, eggheady fancy, Songstress Patachou serenades a charmer from outer space: "A white disk that flies over the city/ A very small, shy man with big, limpid eyes and a candid face has come forth/ If small, shy men regularly fall from nowhere in strangely oval engines, we won't be so lonely when we go to heaven...