Word: jived
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...These pianists represent a reimported export, and Netherlander Beck is a fine sample of how exportable and reimportable jazz is. If Bach fugues can be learned outside Germany, there seems to be no reason why New Orleans riffs cannot be learned out side the U.S. "I dig jive," says the girl from Holland, "but the most important thing is not to goof when...
...that they will be married twice (in civil and Roman Catholic ceremonies) during a four-day fete, slated for an April 18th opening gun in Monaco. Among all sorts of folks on the guest list: hot-trumpeting Bandleader Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong, who announced that he and his cats will jive up one of the receptions...
...bleary, boozy morning-after in a Harlem after-hours club. "They were arguing about chicks," reported one jive-talking eyewitness. "One thing led to another and this cat whipped out the difference [i.e., a gat] and started firing away. Everybody ducked for cover and I got so scared I ran up my buddy's back like a window shade." Accused as the cat with the difference: Negro Bistro Singer Billy (That Old Black Magic) Daniels, 40. Daniels, to whom it was "all a blank," was soon free on $2,500 bond. But the victim, a 33-year-old drifter...
...Booth, there is more to be said for it. She has seldom been better at the rueful smile or the sugar-coated sting. It would be inaccurate to say that in The Desk Set she does everything but recite Hiawatha, because she does recite Hiawatha. She also recites, in jive rhythm, Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight. She floors an efficiency expert with her knowledge, she has a laughing fit, she has a drinking scene. Again and again she says practically nothing and makes it seem funny. She almost, but not quite, renders the playwright's job superfluous...
...open arms and a dazzling smile of welcome. But Brando, a sullen kid who went everywhere in blue jeans and a soiled T shirt, stubbornly resisted the town's professional charm. He snorted at the "funnies in satin Cadillacs" and told them precisely, in Miltonic periods of incomprehensible jive talk, what to do with their "putrid glamour." He wanted to be left strictly alone, he snarled, and as for that "cultural boneyard" called Hollywood: "The only reason I'm here is because I don't yet have the moral strength to turn down the money...