Word: hotly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Words to clap hands by in a Negro church on Sunday night? Not really. They just happen to be the stuff of the nation's No. 5 single on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Composed, arranged and conducted by Edwin Hawkins, the 25-year-old son of an Oakland, Calif., long shoreman, Oh Happy Day is far and away the surprise hit of the year. From Los Angeles to Boston, its bubbling, infectious sound is being aired ten to 20 times a day on Negro rhythm-and-blues stations, easy-listening stations, even rock stations. The LP from which...
...foolhardy enough to make speeches is fair game for the press. CIA Director Richard Helms learned that the hard way when he tried to speak off the record to the Business Council at the Homestead Inn in Hot Springs, Va. Arguing that anything Helms had to say to 125 of the nation's top business executives could hardly endanger national security, reporters pleaded with the CIA chief for at least a briefing. They even carried their complaints to the Administration's communications director, Herb Klein, in Washington. Helms turned Klein down...
...look like it's gonna rain rain today," said Sheik, laying his trumpet down on the bar. "So hot today, man. We sure could use a little rain...
...snare drummer picked up a hot shuffle; the second line cheered and lept into motion. The band broke into a riotous number called "Joe Avery's Blues" and began to march down a narrow little brick street behind the French Quarter. This was a soul neighborhood, and the people were hanging out of their sagging window sills and doorways and sitting on front porches of little splintery wooden houses. Children ran out of the alleys and into the street. The old people smiled and nodded approvingly from their rocking chairs. Scruffy little barking dogs were running all around...
...very hot, and everybody was getting his little "taste" to cool off. Flasks, bottles, and beer cans were everywhere. Even young teenagers were sipping from foaming bottles held in one hand as they danced, head back, eyes closed. The dancing got looser and wilder and better. It went on like this for blocks and blocks, and the second line got bigger all the time. The musicians bounced along blasting out their roughest and raunchiest music, "Little Liza Jane," "Honky Tonk Town," "Shoutin' Blues." The numbers just kept coming. Battiste strutted sideways, holding his trumpet with one hand, a beer...