Word: bandstand
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...excellent one, and Penn has a rather inadequate one. And how can our boys possibly lose three in a row? Such rude awakenings are just too rude to awaken. This was supposed to be a big game, but now it's a battle of also-rans. Today's American Bandstand has been sold out for weeks, but there's still lots of room at Franklin Field. Let us just say that Harvard had better win, or else, as is the case with the Shangri-Las, John Yovicsin can never go home anymore. Crimson...
...Iberia, Louisiana. He was slight and dark with snow white hair, well into his sixties by then. Did he play anymore? No, haven't touched a horn in ten years. Did he have a horn? Nope. My horn got wrecked the night Evan Thomas was murdered on the bandstand in 1932, and I haven't played since then. Could he play again? No teeth. No horn...
...Yeah. We took Bunk on as a second trumpet. He and Evan started soundin' real nice together--man, we had us a band then. Well, about two nights before Thanksgivin', we was up on the bandstand, and this fella name of John Gilbey come runnin' into the dance hall with a butcher knife. Said Evan been messin' around with his wife. Evan didn't have no time to run, so he grabbed me by the shoulders and ducked down behind me." George raised his eyebrows and smiled his ironic smile, "Man I thought I was finished then. That man reached...
...didn't have no time. It all happened so fast. After' Gilbey run out, I packed up my horn and put it behind the bandstand. Man, I was shakin' like this," he waved his hand in the air. "Pretty soon, Gilbey run back in the all with a shotgun, and I jumped head first out the window. Everybody scattered. Then he ments with that gun, pickin' 'em up started blowin' holes in the instru-and throwin' 'em on the ground. Slashed the drum heads with his knife. Man, he went good and crazy. Wrecked Bunk's cornet for good. Bunk...
...20th century. Many of the old wooden structures (even a colonial church) have been transformed into grimy liquor stores, Western Auto discount stores, small grocery stores. The center of town is surround by gas stations. And in the dead center of the main square is a deserted and forlorn bandstand, its white wooden sides smudged with dirt and exhaust, its green platform sagging at the middle...