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...some pretensions in this area (they failed). Probably the most stirring musical that also happened to be good was the original 1932 version of Showboat, when Paul Robeson changed the racist, stereotypical lines of "Old Man River" into a song of defiance, causing Oscar Hammerstein, the lyricist, to stomp off the practice stage muttering "Let the son of a bitch write his own goddam song...
...which managed to waddle its way out of the central scrublands of Georgia. Its name: Crusher Blackwell, all 572 pounds of it. Crusher used to make a fool of himself in front of television cameras by singing ridiculous little jungles like "Jingle bells, jingle bells, I'm gonna stomp Sammartino's head flat." Often he would forget these pathetic rhymes when he was only half way through them. Blackwell was unpopular from his first bout onwards, but despite his unpopularity he drew enormous crowds and was therefore able to charge an enormous price for performing. He retired to Plains...
Cornell opened its season by smashing Adelphi, 24-8. In case you don't remember, that's the same Adelphi that Harvard edged by only two goals over spring recess. Cornell went on the stomp UMass, 22-10. Last week the Minutemen established themselves as the best team in New England, beating Brown, 15-10. Harvard is light years behind those two squads...
...neck. We recognized this as one of professional wrestling's ritual gestures, like the stunned, stylized way the wrestlers react to punches, with the dazed expression and wobbly walk they have all learned. The bad guy pleading for mercy with a fist clenched behind his back, the resounding stomp of the foot on the mat as each punch is delivered--these are the basic elements of professional wrestling. Second-rate actors like Man Mountain Mike (a quarter ton of lard) and Baron Scicluna use these elements to create a theater of fake violence and feigned pain. The crowd falls...
ONCE, WHEN I WAS coming home from school on a bus filled with black people, someone turned up the radio music and everybody on the bus began to stomp their feet in time. The bus rattled, the bridge we were crossing seemed to shake, and far below on the roof of a factory a huge flock of pigeons that somehow sensed the apocalyptic moment bestirred itself and rustled off in fright. Just then the song had a rawness and currency that it has since lost in the thousands of times it has been replayed, years later, at white people...