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There is a tradition that at the end of every Sigma Chi party the brothers link hands, form a circle and sing and dance along to Don McLean’s “American Pie.” The young men tweak the lyrics slightly...
...being of "Ethiopian-French Canadian-Italian & Irish descent," and notes that one of his five wives was the stripper Tempest Storm. Jeffries was a mellow baritone; he had sung with Cab Calloway. On screen, as Herbert Jeffrey, he became the smoothest cowboy west of Sugar Hill in four sagebrush sing-a-longs made in the late 30s at a black-owned California ranch. As Bogle observes, Jeffries and his light-skinned leading ladies were the "whites" in these films; the supporting roles were taken by dark-skinned comics like Mantan Moreland...
...went to Britain, where he lived for the rest of the 30s. In a quartet of modest, engaging films, Robeson would sing, act a little, show off his burly torso, flash that intoxicating smile-and, uniquely for a black actor, get top billing above whites. He played African kings, or ordinary Joes who somehow take over tribes, in "King Solomon's Mines," "Sanders of the River," "Song of Freedom," "Jericho"; all tapped into Robeson's natural nobility. As Roland Young says in Solomon, "I always thought that fella had a spot of royal blood...
Attorney General John Ashcroft showed his softer side last week as a guest on the Late Show with David Letterman ("Top 10 Reasons John Ashcroft Would Not Sing on Our Show--No. 5: Too busy tapping my phones"). But Ashcroft isn't softening his stance on the death penalty. Sources tell TIME that the Attorney General overruled recommendations from the U.S. Attorney in Brooklyn, as well as from his own committee of lawyers who review death-eligible cases, and instead decided last week to seek capital punishment for Emile Dixon, an alleged drug kingpin. It's the 12th time since...
These guys get filed under "roots rock" because they have been known to sing like Byrds and rhyme 'n' strum like Dylan. Now they have thrown together every instrument and influence at their disposal, futuristic synthesizer atop old-fashioned piano, to prove they're no nostalgia act. The result is gorgeous. Half the songs are close to perfect: the melodies stick, the newfangled keyboards breeze in and out with supernatural grace, the words submerge the listener in both sadness and blissed-out reverie. The band has lost its "roots" and found its voice...