Word: recorded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Each year Christmas on disks grows louder and bigger. This season the record companies are all but burying the tree with a blizzard of releases, ranging from a collection of Renaissance motets (on Epic's The Birth of Christ, with The Netherlands Chamber Choir) to Children go Where I Send You (ColPix) in which Songstress Nina Simone belts out the story of the "little-bitty baby was born in Bethlehem." In between are gaudy packages by the industry's perennial carolers : Arthur Fiedler, Fred Waring, Mitch Miller, George Melachrino. Among the more notable Christmas tinsel...
With Congress bearing down and the F.T.C. getting ready to open hearings, the disk jockeys faced a lean future: no more cash off the record, no more palmy free vacations on the fly-now-payola-later plan, and for some, no more jobs...
...Alan Freed, already fired by WABC radio, lost his second job in two weeks, was sacked by WNEW-TV. Showing up for his final broadcast last week, Freed waded through crowds of sobbing teenagers, comforted them ("Now don't cry"), accepted a bound scroll from a group of record distributors in thanks for his services. What services? Had he ever taken payola? No, said Freed, but to supplement his regular income of $1,200 a week he had served as a "consultant" for "the major record companies." During his last hours on WNEW, Freed danced dolefully with two teen...
...sometime window washer with a personality greatly appealing to himself ("I am such a sweet little guy"), Tom Clay first went to work as a record spinner at Detroit's WJBK two years ago. What happened to him thereafter until he was fired last week makes a typical case history of the deejay riding the payola trail...
...first eleven months no "pusher" approached him. "The record-company guys," he told a TIME correspondent in Detroit last week, "went to the bigger men here. I didn't care because I knew when I was Number One they would come to me. First a guy would ask me to coffee, but I was sardonic and I would say, 'Wait until I get to the dinner stage. huh?' When I was finally asked out to dinner, I knew I was Number One. Payola comes to the top disk jockeys, so isn't this the greatest compliment...