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                    [Title] => Benny Goodman & memories of the south country
                    [Summary] => One of the first memories was that of the black thing, somewhere on a street called Maginhawa, unfolding discreetly into stacks of vinyl on the top shelf of a book case, near huge louvered windows with the screen barely hanging on. 


But the phonograph player no longer plays, has long been out of commission even way before diamond needles for the turntable went out of stock in Raon, the sound it once made lost among the hawkers and sellers of day-old chicks by the church of the black Christ and instant panaceas. 


                    [DatePublished] => 2005-06-06 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Juaniyo Arcellana
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Benny Goodman & memories of the south country

By Juaniyo Arcellana | June 6, 2005 - 12:00am

One of the first memories was that of the black thing, somewhere on a street called Maginhawa, unfolding discreetly into stacks of vinyl on the top shelf of a book case, near huge louvered windows with the screen...

Arts and Culture