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Dead musicians are taking the stage again in hologram form. Is this the kind of encore we really want? - The Washington Post

In 1972, when I was 5 years old, my parents drove my brother and me to Disney World. It had opened only the year before, but even then it was fast becoming a standard American sojourn. Sure enough, my brother and I found the Magic Kingdom remarkable as we spent several days taking in the parks mechanical wonders: the Jungle Cruise, the Country Bear Jamboree and the Hall of Presidents, where an audio-animatronic Abraham Lincoln essentially a moving, talking mannequin told a charmed, plaid-attired crowd, Man was made for immortality.