Word: lotta
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Trouble was, they could never match the heat of the performers. Hetling is that the early rockers come on as strong now as they ever did. Berry, doing a mean strut and split to Sweet Little Sixteen; Jerry Lee Lewis, ripping through a typically delirious rendition of Whole Lotta Shakin' Going On; Holly, singing Peggy Sue straight into the TV camera as if he wanted to short out the cathode-ray tubes: nothing cute, quaint or antique about any of this...
...same Hank Williams and Jimmy Rodgers classics that whelped the Grand Ole Opry Empire of the Nashville Moguls, a philistine crew who breed for violin affinity, not for rasp'n'roll or the truckstop gut-wrench. But the Buffett derivation went the other way, toward the fringes. Lotta room out there on the fringes: Willie Nelson and Waylon "I Don't Think Hank Done It Thisaway" Jennings were there already, Texas, noses to the ground, developing a sound that relied on electric and accoustic and pedal steel guitars with less and less studio multitrack overdub gibberish and more roadband verisimilitude...
...Lotta close games, lotta tough games," Carril grumbled in a genre all his own at the IAB last night. Despite the Tigers' win, Carril had a hard time cracking a smile after last night's game--it's been a tough year for this weather-beaten...
...price, the DC portrayed the left as a united and anti-democratic front, with whom there could be no "historic compromise." Ironically, the result of their attitude seems to have been a hitherto-unseen unity among the PCI and the smaller parties of the left, from the workers movement, Lotta Continua, to the intellectual leftists of the Partito Radicale, and even including the Socialists, the habitual enemies...
Outside, a group of kids from the boondocks of Southie have been waiting two and a half hours for their heartthrob, Blake, to emerge. Now they besiege the well-guarded door: "Please just tell Mister Blake t' go t' the' window, just tell him there's a lotta kids out here wanta see him 'n take pichas, please..." The door is shut on their pleading. "Are you going to tell Blake he's got fans outside?" an uninitiated bystander asks. The tall toothy club member playing footman at the door raises his Aryan eyebrows. "Are you kidding?" he laughs shortly...