Word: singed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...theater they occupy in Inman Square is their own unreal world. They have their own Nixon--Ken Tigar--who can bring back our Nixon with only a malaprop, a putty jaw, and seven inflections on the word communist. They have Ted Drachman, a sloop-shouldered broomstick who can't sing and can't dance--and does both well. And finally the Proposition has Judy Kahan and Fred Grandy, two very talented people who can do anything...
...Proposition will not challenge your well-insulated intellectualism. Admittedly, it is escapist; but that does not exclude the possibility of its being funny. When Fred Grandy comes on and looks like Bob Dylan and eats his harmonica like Dylan and sings like you've always secretly thought Bob Dylan did sing, you can guffaw if you want; you can even roll around a little on the kindergarten-colored wood benches (at least I did, much to the discomfort of another reviewer's wife who was snickering beside...
...himself sang Rosie and his latest single, Breakfast on Pluto. As much of a hit was the grande dame of busking's elder set: a round, waddling littie woman of 54 known only as Meg, who sang Danny Boy in a round, waddling contralto. Said she: "I only sing classical." The Spoonies, two stubble-chinned men in their 60s named Scottie and Georgie, clattered through Waltzing Matilda, one whacking a banjo, the other clicking two bent dessert spoons like castanets. The evening was a smash success. "After all," says Partridge, "if they weren't any good, they wouldn...
London's stately Albert Hall has long been a choice working ground for the piebald bevy of street musicians, sing ers and dancers known as buskers. Let a ticket line form on the sidewalk out side and the buskers were there to clown, sing and fiddle, while their bottlers (assistants) passed the hat for coppers and shillings like Dickensian urchins in the night. Last week there were no buskers on the sidewalk. Instead, 40 of them were inside giving the concert of their lives. And no one had to pass a hat: more than 3,700 persons paid...
...concert was "a dream come true" for the greatest busker of all, Don Partridge, 26, who plied his trade in the streets of London for five years singing traditional English and American folk songs. One day last winter, a record company executive named Don Paul heard Partridge sing his own song, Rosie, on a street corner; he liked its cheerfulness and Partridge's McCartneyesque style...