In a profession that specializes in novelty, Negro Chanteuse Joyce Bryant looks startlingly different. Her poodle-cut hair is dazzling silver, her inch-long fingernails are stained to match. Her dress is a backless, spangled sheath, and as she sings every inch of her lean body writhes feverishly. Last week, at 25, she was the headliner at Manhattan's Copacabana, and reaching for a spot among the top two or three Negro nightclub singers of the day.
With a voice that can be a shy soprano but is more often a belting baritone, Joyce Bryant seems to...
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