Word: joy
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...outfit so far that can compete with top-level male band quality is Joy of Cooking, and it is only partly female. The group is owned and led by two 32-year-old women. Terry Garthwaite, a tough rock singer, plays electric guitar and sings with a scratchy authority that can suggest Janis Joplin. Her partner, Toni Brown, a pretty Bennington graduate, sings, stomps around the stage, plays electric piano and organ, and writes songs about what it is like to be a woman ("Time goes, and the baby keeps growin', and I can't help knowin...
...Joy of Cooking does best on Only Time Will Tell Me, a gospel song written by Toni and sung by Terry, and Castles, which ends with the two girls twining their voices in a long, wild scramble of Afro scat singing...
...Joy's first album, just released by Capitol, is slowly climbing the charts. Meanwhile, the group is getting ready for a nationwide tour. It has been a long wait for recognition. Terry and Toni formed their outfit in 1967, but for four years they played mainly pass-the-hat parties, high schools and local dives. "I guess we're not as aggressive as we would be if we were males," Toni explains. "We stuck together, though, partly because women have a lot to say and they're just not saying it in music...
...Masino, known to his fellow officers, I soon discovered, as "the Big M." The Big M was a hell of a mean driver, and in no time flat he had the chance to show his stuff. We were on the tail of a procession of police cars chasing six joy-riders at top speed during rush hour. After doing several wide-radius circles through Union Station, and just when I was thinking our car had no business way at the back of this posse, the stolen car zipped around a corner and the police column came to a halt behind...
...Cambridge Day is Wednesday. Sure, tis pride and joy we feel For the University City Is a place of great appeal. The folks are ail hard workers And there's no one now alive Who won't celebrate your birthday When you reach hundred twenty five...