Into Detroit's cavernous Riviera Theater one evening last week trooped well-heeled symphony patrons alongside wide-eyed teen-agers and hep college students. While the brasses and strings shimmered and the drums rolled, the man they had come to see strolled from the wings in V-necked shirt and snug blue slacks. When the hard white lights burst on him, Harry Belafonte hunched his shoulders and launched his husky baritone into the exuberant Muleskinner Blues:
I like to work, well I'm rollin' all the time I like to work, rollin' all the time I can pop my initials On that mule's behind.
Bone-Deep Showmanship. Sometimes...
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