Word: guitars
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...greater and more memorable part of the concert, however, was dedicated to the technically more legitimate folk-song. In this realm, and particularly in several blues numbers, Bill demonstrated some fine guitar playing. For good measure, he included some calypso songs complete with audience participation ("ooonh!"). He has a pleasant voice, but it was rather overshadowed by Miss Baez's in several of their duets. Her legitimate folksongs were as exciting as her illegitimate songs were funny. Without trying to define just what it is that makes a folksinger better than the usual, finer than professional, suffice...
Even in Hollywood, though, somebody has to pay for the groceries, so last week Daddy Johnny Cash put away his .45, unlimbered his guitar, and hit the road to rustle up some cash. In Saskatoon, Duluth, Hawaii or Australia, wherever tall (6 ft. 1 in., 195 Ibs.) Johnny sounds off with his own "country" ballads in his deep, twanging baritone, the tour is sure to pay off. For these days the jukebox set is again on a crying jag: hangings, murders, deaths, burials and blighted loves are the subjects they want a man to sing about. And ever since Johnny...
...about. Born near Kingsland, Ark. ("just a wide place in the road"), he grew up on a hardscrabble farm. Johnny's Baptist family were mainly hymn singers, but his mother reckoned that it was all right to teach the boys how to strum her battered old guitar. At twelve, Johnny was writing poems, songs and gory stories. At 22, after a tour in the Air Force, he was married, making a poor living as an appliance salesman in the poorer sections of Memphis...
...they stomped, glided, clapped their hands and leaped about. The clanking of the xylophones rose to fever pitch, then died away. Three griots (West African minstrels )-one in a leather cape adorned with bits of mirror, another carrying a musket, and the third strumming on a one-string gourd guitar-wailed out a chant in honor of the man who for two solid hours had been the center of all the attention. Finally. Sekou Toure. 37. President of the new Republic of Guinea, a trim figure in a European business suit, rose and raised...
Italy's muff-haired Domenico Modugno, a guitar-plunking crooner with a gypsy wail, turns out lyrics that make no sense, and he cannot read the music he composes and sings. But last year his song Volare (To Fly) was the world's biggest hit, with 7,000,000 records sold, including 2,000,000 for Decca Records in the U.S. alone. Last week Modugno, glowing in a powder-blue tuxedo, weepily twanged his latest effort, Piove (It's Raining), at the annual San Remo Song Festival, walked off with the festival prize-no cash...