Word: swingin
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...proud of him; Atkins reciprocated. Then, as Atkins, in an unnecessarily formal fashion was introducing "The Honorable..." Brown broke in with a more fitting lead in: "When I got into town White called me up and believe me this man is 'Together.' So let's hear it for Swingin Kev." With that the mavor bopped up onto the podium and shook hands with Brown. Saying that he had come "like everyone else to hear James." (which wasn't entirely true since he ran back to City Hall immediately following his address). White recalled the death of King only hours before...
...original 26 made it, including Drummer Gene Krupa, Vibraphonist Lionel Hampton, Pianist Jess Stacy and Singer Martha Tilton. Goodman, now 58, fed them all a buffet supper, and then they sat down to blow Avalon, Sweet Lorraine, Stompin' at the Savoy. As they used to say back then-swingin...
...family's elder son, Danny, and he is bringing her home. She enters a house full of forgotten ambitions and of subsurface unhappiness. Danny's father, Sam, is bored by his wife; the couple barely tolerates self-centered grandmother Eleanor; and all three have lost contact with swingin' teen younger brother George. The house is heavy with inertia; the mother wanted to be an artist, the grandmother a pianist. Sam was once a critic of note, but, like the others, has now given up on himself...
...Horror of Party Beach, billed as "the first horror monster musical," gets off to a swingin' start with a bunch of teen-agers engaged in puberty rites at the shore. But man, dig that cat out there on the jetty. He's real cool. Looks like a stalk of asparagus with an artichoke heart for a head. Marinated by radioactive waste, maybe. And there's more where he came from. Crazy? Let's dance. Yeah, yeah, yeah. When a trio known as the Del-Aires isn't pushing that Big Beat, the big beasts claim...
...beach resembles Seal Rock in mating season. Frankie Avalon, with his pack of gold-necklaced surf jockeys, and Annette Funicello, with her bevy of busty beach bunnies are-in the words of one of their tribal hymns-"just asurfin' all day and swingin' all night." But danger lurks in the dunes: a marauding band of post-Brando wild ones roars up on a midnight raid. Quinquagenarian Cummings, with precious little help from Frankie, sends them yelping off with their motorcycles tucked between their legs...