Word: singing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...dealer named Scaglia, voyaged with him; on landing, Angelvin was accused of having illegally imported 50 kilos of heroin hidden in the car. Before his trial, Angelvin was held as a material witness in several New York City lockups; after being sentenced to five years, he served time in Sing Sing and Dannemora, with occasional side trips to such jails as the smart, brand-new one in Utica, which he regarded as well "worth a special visit...
...Sing Sing: Superb management, which is ready to treat you like a human being so long as you act like one; beautiful view of the broad Hudson; free buses to various points of interest within the walls; each cell outfitted with a wardrobe, small table and chair; the meals abundant, varied and good in the American style; three different kinds of bread, all excellent...
...Dannemora: Scenically located on the Canadian border; cells resemble those at Sing Sing and are impeccably clean; siesta permitted between morning and afternoon work periods; ice skating, bobsledding and skiing available in season; clientele permitted to have their own gardens (Angelvin was allowed to raise his own potatoes so as not to have to eat frozen french fries); waiters in the dining room attired in white hats, jackets and gloves...
Then Elvis is back and sings "Love Me Tender," on that tiny stage in front of all those Okies. Remember? That was the song that your mother said it was all right to listen to. "Why can't he sing like that all the time?" It's pretty easy to see why. He moves, pacing up and down, holding it all back, looking at the ground, he's got it in him, let it out Elvis, let it out. And he falls to his knees and throws his head back and sweats and yells. "He's doing it! Right...
When the Beatles sing good night it is to "Everybody Everywhere," and it is true because we are all caught up in this fierce love-hate (but mostly love) affair that we will never be able to explain to our children. Mad records and glad records and bad records and sad records and one day it will all end. But it hasn't yet, I don't think. Where is the foolhardy soul who dares to admit that he thought in 1965 that the Beatles were all washed-up? --SALAHUDDIN I. IMAM