The Korean Wave 2006 - Korean Cultural Service
The Korean Wave 2006 - Korean Cultural Service
The Korean Wave 2006 - Korean Cultural Service
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<strong>The</strong> New York Times, SATURday, november 4, <strong>2006</strong><br />
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Korea’s<br />
Godfather of Rock<br />
Makes a Comeback<br />
By NORIMITSU ONISHI<br />
TAEGU, South Korea<br />
worried,” Shin Joong-hyun said in the dimness<br />
backstage, standing in front of a full-length<br />
“I’M<br />
mirror, in a white suit and white boots that lifted<br />
him a couple of inches above 5 feet. “My voice is terrible.<br />
It’s cracked.”<br />
Known as the godfather of rock ‘n’ roll for popularizing the<br />
genre in South Korea, Mr. Shin, at age 68, was in the final<br />
months of a farewell tour. Early this year, he had already<br />
moved into an as-yet unfinished house in the countryside.<br />
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But before retreating there for good, he would add finality<br />
to a long career in which he emerged as “Jackie<br />
Shin” on American Army bases in a postwar South Korea<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> music we played shouldn’t taste like kimchi,<br />
but it should oose butter.’ Shin Joong-hyun<br />
ground down to dust, rose as a homegrown rock poet<br />
and then fell with his stubborn refusal to write a song<br />
glorifying the nation’s military dictator. In a new South<br />
Korea that has left him bewildered, and a little embittered,<br />
Mr. Shin has recently been rediscovered.<br />
So on a recent Sunday evening, Mr. Shin set about to<br />
thrill a middle-aged crowd in this southeastern city one<br />
last time. Backstage, he ensconced himself in a chair facing<br />
the mirror, leaned back and shut his eyes, until someone<br />
yelled out, “It’s time!”<br />
On stage, bothered by a poor sound system, Mr. Shin sang<br />
hesitatingly at first. Two giant television screens zoomed<br />
in on his face, his white hair shaved close to the scalp, as<br />
he strained to read the lyrics. “My memory is not so good<br />
anymore,” he said, “and my eyes are not so good.”