Word: likelies
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...results could make a cardiac case out of a cuttlefish. In Rock du Coeur, the heart thuds (behind an electric guitar, a clavichord and drums) like a bass fiddle muffled in cotton wool. In Cha-Cha du Coeur, the heart sounds louder, its labors interrupted now and then by whispered "cha cha chas." The effect on the listener, noted France-Soir, was to create "a kind of obsession, almost anxiety." But Paris cats were buying the record briskly last week, and other record makers are sure to approach Model Guillenette with stethoscopes in hand; nobody, she said...
They Shined Up Rudolph's Nose (Johnny Horton; Columbia). Singer Horton tries to shine up a hit of Christmas past with sheer lung power. Rudolph's nose, he assures the listeners, "is shining bright/ It looks just like a star." Horton himself has rarely looked less like...
Nivins the Nightshade. The payola game brought Disk Jockey Clay in contact with a string of Damon Runyon-like characters, including Nat ("The Rat") Tarnapol, artist-and-repertory man for Roulette records, and Promoter Harry Balk, indicted earlier this year as a fixer of newspaper puzzle contests (TIME, March 9). But the most lizardous type Tom Clay ever encountered was Harry Nivins, a bald, cherubic nightshade who proved to be Tom's downfall...
...rock 'n' roll singer named Melrose Baggy. Would Tom Clay take $200 and play a Baggy song on the air? No, said Clay. Later, they went for a ride in Clay's new Lincoln, and Nivins propositioned him again, offering $100. "I tell him, like, it was $200 last time," says Clay. "I also tell him this is one record which isn't going to happen. I find out later he has a tape recorder in his clothing...
...feel," says Singer Diahann Carroll, "like I'm kind of at the bottom of the top; the best part of the beginning is now." Farther up the ladder roost more gaudily plumed stars of Singer Carroll's spotlighted world-Lena Home, Ella Fitzgerald, Harry Belafonte. That last rung of the climb is sometimes the trickiest, as countless slipped disks will testify. But when she moved into the Persian Room of Manhattan's Plaza Hotel last week, Diahann trailed the kind of notices no new female singer has received in years. Twice each night she demonstrated...