Word: rhythm
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...conducted by Edwin Hawkins, the 25-year-old son of an Oakland, Calif., long shoreman, Oh Happy Day is far and away the surprise hit of the year. From Los Angeles to Boston, its bubbling, infectious sound is being aired ten to 20 times a day on Negro rhythm-and-blues stations, easy-listening stations, even rock stations. The LP from which the single was taken, Let Us Go into the House of the Lord, is doing almost as well. "It is good for gospel to go pop," says Hawkins. "It might bring the kids back...
...think it says something about America that it has by-and-large ignored its greatest cultural endowments, or has discovered them second-and from Europe. It took the Beatles and the Rolling Stones to turn Americans on to the rhythm and blues that blacks had been making right under their noses. It took an Eric Clapton and a John Mayall to turn Americans on to B.B. King...
...think, your Essay's point that "white-oriented courses more or less ignore Negro contributions to American history and culture," that they constitute "whitewashed education." There is no discrimination against the black student who wants to play Beethoven concertos or sing opera. But for instruction in jazz or rhythm-and-blues -nothing doing! That this discrimination is cultural rather than racial is demonstrated by the fact that the young white jazz musician is no better...
Though much of Cairo's ancient rhythm is unchanged and unchanging, the city is in fact a capital at war, a war that rages daily along the Suez Canal, only 70 miles away. The war shows?in the shabby, weary, olive-drab ambiance of the city, in the preparations it has made against attack. Hundreds of brick blast walls stand on sidewalks in front of doorways. The entrances to a few public buildings are heavily sandbagged. Windows and car headlights are painted blue?the ancient color for warding off the evil eye?to conform to blackout regulations. In erratic fashion...
...civilization had never existed, if they had always eaten C-rations, lived in a simple tent, sported a dirty beard, and swaggered through marshy taiga. As the sun floated over Mount McKinley and the Alaska Range each morning, their bodies would drift into effortless ax-swinging--a muscular rhythm now as familiar as walking. When the helicopter failed to meet them on time after a day's work, they would sit on a mountainside covered with blueberries and eat the fruit or watch the huge black bears roaming in the distance...