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...dy! Ru-dy! Ru-dy!" they chanted. "I have to warn you," he began, "I always say something that gets people upset...
...switch to rock was fine with this Dylan fan; I loved rock 'n roll as much as folk and was exhilarated to think of the impact Dy;an could have in bringing an adolescent musical form to maturity. But by 1966 he wasn't having nearly as much fun making music as I was listening to it. The kid who wanted to be Elvis could now imagine dying like Buddy Holly: "You end up crashing in a private plane in the mountains of Tennessee. Or Sicily. ... I just wanna go home." He went home to upstate New York and crashed...
...excerpts shown Friday began with an scene showing the Dreamettes, as they first call themselves, getting a gig as the backup girl group to Early; it's a dy-no-mite turn by Murphy, who used to parody James Brown on Saturday Night Live and does a more mature but still amazingly robust impression. In the second scene, Effie is told she's no longer the group's lead singer; her resentment is momentarily soothed by the others' singing that they're all one "Family." Then Beyoncé gets the star treatment - a photo montage worthy of Audrey Hepburn...
...room above a London pub, the Ukulele Orchestra is today a regular at British festivals such as Glastonbury and the Hay Festival of Literature. All consummate singers and strummers, they perform their own compositions, as well as covers of popular songs that emerge freshly minted: Ms. Dynamite's Dy-Na-Mi-Tee sounds less like rap and more like Prohibition-era honky-tonk, and Kate Bush's tremulous Wuthering Heights, sung stoically by orchestra leader George Hinchcliffe, is a strange brew indeed. Even better are the medleys, which might fuse up to seven songs, including a Handel air, Frank Sinatra...
...room above a London pub, the Ukulele Orchestra is today a regular at British festivals such as Glastonbury and the Hay Festival of Literature. All consummate singers and strummers, they perform their own compositions, as well as covers of popular songs that emerge freshly minted: Ms. Dynamite's Dy-Na-Mi-Tee sounds less like rap and more like Prohibition-era honky-tonk, and Kate Bush's tremulous Wuthering Heights, sung stoically by orchestra leader George Hinchcliffe, is a strange brew indeed. Even better are the medleys, which might fuse up to seven songs, including a Handel air, Frank Sinatra...