Word: sound
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...BOSTON SOUND IS NOT UNLIKE A SARDINE SANDWICH...
...tiny stage, I was greeted effusively by one of those New York fashion ladies with a lovely face and the tan of a Galopagos Islands tortoise. Leathern Petite. "Well, you must be the leader of the Bead Game," she said. She had a way of making it sound as though I was really Genghis Khan and that it was very important that I was wearing an eye-burning Nehru jacket and tan wool bellbottoms. I basked in her admiring glance for a few moments, leaning provocatively up against a table laden with sardine sandwiches. Before I could think of something...
Last year was the year, among other things, of the Boston Sound, known to hipsters and Ralph Gleason alike as the B.S. Whatever its merits or demerits, the phrase transfigured the tawdry Boston rock scene from Saugus Sockhop Rock into a very nearly successful commercial venture, spawning dozens of bands and hundreds of musicians, some excellent, some execrable. It gave hope to a great variety of dropouts and freaks that their City, Boss-Town, would be their next stopping-off point on their never-ending journey to That Better World Through Love, Dope, And Rock 'n' Roll Music. Hotcha...
...audience yawn and felt like a thirteen year old who has gotten pregnant by sitting on a Tijuana toilet seat. If these guys were bored by the Street Choir, they'd be stupefied by the Bead Game. Goldstein went looking for an aperitif, and the hopes for the Boston Sound were personified by the queasy expression on his face when he found...
...Post published Kenneth Roberts and Stephen Vincent Benét, Agatha Christie and Erie Stanley Gardner, William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway. Norman Raine's Tugboat Annie eternally beat rival Captain Bullwinkle to salvage jobs in Puget Sound; C. S. Forester's Midshipman (or Captain, or Commodore) Hornblower managed to leave himself in such parlous plight at the end of each installment that Post readers could not wait to get at next week's issue. Lorimer paid beautifully: $6,000 for a short story, $60,000 for a serial...