Word: juking
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...afraid I consider the music made by these local bands to be nothing but noise at the Emporium, and I feel the same way about the bands and juke box at Charlie's Place, at 1 Bow St. Charlie's serves not particularly good drinks, expensive beer, and is a hangout for local high school kids. I know some people who drink there in the morning and claim it is not too bad before Cambridge High and Latin lets out classes in the afternoon. It also has the reputation of being good for golden oldies and that kind of thing...
...Cambridge residents. Charlie's Kitchen, right across from the MBTA yard, serves some of the finest bar food in Cambridge. Its prices are good, the service is fine, and it somehow manages to be quiet while still maintaining the essential equipment of any serious bar--a television and a juke box. The decoration of the bar consists basically of pictures of John F. Kennedy while he was at Harvard, and they illustrate perfectly the status of the bar in Cambridge--it takes the patronage of Harvard students, but I suspect the pride in Kennedy is basically pride in a Boston...
...cooking. Inside the place, a couple of country boys beside the counter or the beer cooler are flirting with the waitresses who make the plates up from barbecue, potato salad, slaw, and hush-puppies, and put the take-outs in shiny paper bags. There's not even a juke box just a little radio playing Conway Twitty or Loretta Lynn or Donna Fargo...
...himself sees it differently. "You come through the line and it's a different world," he says. "One second you're hearing and seeing people and all of a sudden you're in the secondary, moving and juking. When you're facing a linebacker you just wiggle your body, watch him go off in one direction and you take off in the other." If all the speed and twisting can be boiled down to one move, it is the "okey-doke." In the jive patter that Simpson sometimes favors, that is the split-second change...
Moondog Matinee: The Band (Capitol; $5.98). Until the release next month of the group's debut LP for Elektra/Asylum with Old Crony Bob Dylan, Band buffs will have to settle for this serenade to the juke joints of old. Robbie Robertson and colleagues have never turned their backs on the good old days of rock 'n' roll when they worked as the Hawks. In this newly recorded collection of golden oldies by the likes of Chuck Berry (Promised Land) and Fats Domino (I'm Ready), it is easy to see why. Is there another rock combo...