Word: rolls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Producer of these two recordings was Columbia's new President Goddard Lieberson (TIME, Oct. u, 1954). Sitting behind the control-room glass in cotton jersey and slacks, he rolled in his chair, clutched his brow, his breast, his colleagues' arms, while demanding one take after another. His problem with Fella was simplified by the fact that the nearly continual music supplied almost all the required atmosphere, from the rowdy, Italianate folk-type songs to the entr'acte hit, Standing on the Corner, to the show's one deeply felt song, Warm All Over. Even so, there...
...Poison. Music U.S.A. has only a handful of taboos: no "physically suggestive" lyrics; nothing that might be racially offensive (Conover never identifies his Negro performers as such), and absolutely no rock 'n' roll. Says Conover: "I see no reason to poison the ears of overseas listeners...
...slave trader (Andrew Jackson was one for a while) and the overseer with his bull whip were the logical villains of slavery, the master sometimes outdid them in inventive cruelty. One South Carolina owner used to put his Negroes in hogsheads with nails driven, in all around and roll them downhill. One fugitive slave, possibly a survivor of some such punishment, had himself nailed up in a box 3 ft. by 2½ ft. by 2 ft. and survived a 25-hour shipment on the railroad to the North. There was a real-life model for Eliza who fled across...
...echo of Nathan Hale: "I have only one head, and what better cause to risk it for than this?" Others, like Fetter Moen, an Oslo insurance man who, at 43, found him self under the steel whips of the Gestapo, said the simple truth. In pinpricks on a roll of paper, Moen wrote: "Was interrogated twice. Was whipped . . . Am terribly afraid of pain. But no fear of death...
Serene, too, is the German sentry: "I'm told it's with electricity or gas. Oh, they don't suffer anything." The trains roll on. Finally the Jews of Brodno go, all except one who lives in the trees by day, sleeps in one of Peter's empty graves by night, leaving him tiny scraps of messages ("They've killed them all, Peter, killed them all! What is loneliness?"). The last message Peter finds in the grave is not worded: it is a black jacket with a pocketful of acorns, and its owner is gone...