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The Korean Wave 2006 - Korean Cultural Service

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<strong>The</strong> New York Times, SATURday, november 4, <strong>2006</strong><br />

a4<br />

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.”

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