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...Nobody," says a fellow Bourbon Street trumpeter, "ever outblew Al." Even allowing for civic partisanship, the boast is not unreasonable. New Orleans Trumpeter Al ("The Monster") Hirt, 38, is a "center-lip" man who blows straight from the diaphragm and generates such a wind that trying to top him, testifies another associate, is like "blowing down the throat of a hurricane." In recent months, the hurricane has swirled through Las Vegas (The Dunes), Manhattan (Basin Street East) and the TV networks with an impact that has made Trumpeter Hirt one of the hottest properties in jazz...
Casual Kazoo. Last week, fresh off the road, Hirt was packing them in at the Pier 600 Club on Bourbon Street, where his success began. A huge (6 ft. 2 in., 300 lbs.), bush-bearded man, he stands on the bandstand, his trumpet like a toy kazoo in one hamlike hand. With his other hand, he sketches out a casual beat. Then he may break into a surprisingly agile buck and wing and lead his combo (trombone, clarinet, drums, bass, piano, trumpet) into a searing chorus of Down by the Riverside. Snarling, growling, shivering into a remarkably clean vibrato...
...infancy and "grown up wild." Well, then, "Believe! Believe and say 'God!' Say it! Say it!" Salome, swept away by George's oil-slick, sensual emotionalism, says it-"God!"-again and again "in humility and gratitude and ecstasy." George runs a traveling caravan that swizzles bourbon with its brimstone, and Salome, or Angel Baby, as they call her, hooks up. Brother George was long ago spliced to Mercedes McCambridge, a twisted, Bible-quoting shrike, but their platonic trailer-camp marriage is as punishing as purgatory. So those "illustrated sermons," in which Salome dances (not as her Biblical...
...Service's public affairs officer in Luangprabang, Corrigan acquired a working knowledge of the Lao language and a stomach that could take the glutinous rice and fiery red peppers he was served when traveling about the back country. He shot craps with the governor of the province, drank bourbon with Meo tribesmen. One main job was bouncing into small villages by plane, Jeep or muleback to show propaganda films about Communist terrorism. Filmed in Laos, the movies were accompanied by up-to-date versions of the traditional mohlam ballads (a kind of Laotian version of calypso) and were tremendously...
...Boston Bourbon & Saliva Sir: The piece on Painter Mark Rothko in TIME was terrific! "Yet if there is a painter alive who appears to be painting nothing, it is Rothko !" You said it, man-nothing ! You'd better check your art department-I've a hunch someone may be putting bourbon in the water cooler...