Word: guitar
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Jack Hollander and Guy Sorel have the proper slickness for the evil president, prospector and baron. The large number of supporting roles provide several fine vignettes: Tom Bosley does fine double duty as the double-talking broker and the sad, flower-loving sewer man; Ned Murphy actually plays the guitar as the street-singer who knows only the first two lines of his song; and Lance Cunard is a comic Dr. Jadin, who believes that "as the foot goes, so goes...
...loose parallels in Deke's and Presley's careers will set off happy squeals among the juke-box brigade. Some cheer-jerking implications: Elvis was sort of born with a guitar in his hands, a Hydra-Matic shift in his hips, a fog in his throat-and he never recovered. Elvis will fight bullies only if extremely provoked because bad publicity draws standing-room-only audiences. Elvis don't drink or smoke, and he don't like girls that...
...brings him more than $1,000,000 a year, found Jimmy five years ago doing a rube comedy act with a fright wig, blacked-out teeth and rouged-in freckles at a rowdy Washington honkytonk, hired him at $64 a week to sing and play his piano, accordion and guitar for U.S. troops in the Caribbean. On his return Jimmy joined several of Gay's corn-fed broadcasting groups and made a howling hillbilly recording called Bumming Around ("I'm free as a breeze, I'll do as I please, just bummin' around") that sold almost...
...folk songs of half a dozen countries, e.g., work songs from the U.S. and Caribbean, an old English love song, an Israeli march, a partisan song from France. Sometimes he sang with the orchestra and a twelve-man chorus, sometimes to the accompaniment only of Millard Thomas' guitar. Always he displayed a bone-deep sense of showmanship. At one moment he would have his audience roaring with him, as in Matilda ("Everyone sing the chorus, including intellectuals"); at another he would mesmerize them as he slid with eyes closed into one of his meticulously articulated versions...
...beer ("I don't like the stuff, but it keeps me goin' "), and it was time for the second performance. Fats slipped on his four-carat diamond ring, sank a horseshoe-shaped diamond stickpin in a rich new tie. From the stage, the whine of an electric guitar and the bleat of a sax vibrated through the walls; the rock 'n' roll picadors were wearing down the audience. As his handlers hovered, Fats stuffed himself into a fresh, shimmering suit, then stepped daintily out of the dressing room and trotted onstage for the kill...