Word: albums
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Musicians-as musicians-will little note nor long remember Columbia's LP Album No. ML 4975. It will neither change the hit-parade standings nor set hi-finatics atweeting and awoofing. For the most part Marlene Dietrich at the Cafe de Paris is little more than a collection of musical memories, taped directly from the floor amid the tinkle and clatter of a London nightclub performance almost a year ago, and sung, not always on key, by a middle-aged entertainer who has been around for some time. Yet, here, in the familiar laryngitic murmur of a voice...
Harry Truman, who once threatened to punch Washington Post Musicritic Paul Hume in the nose after Hume hinted that Daughter Margaret's voice was maybe not operatic, went in for some critic's art himself. Reviewing a record album (The Confederacy, Columbia SL-220, $10) for The Saturday Review, Critic Truman found its songs and readings "excellent." After that, Truman happily digressed to one of his favorite pastimes-a folksy War-Between-the-States history lesson, second-generation style. "When I listened to the record I could see [Confederate General James E.] Jeb Stuart with his plumed...
...lyrics (Stephen Addiss and Caleb Crowell) and the music by Clarence Chang. Their best song, "Love Is Blind," is a melody of professional quality. Since it is amusingly staged and sung as well, the writers might have favored the audience with a reprise. Now it means buying the album...
Hershy Kay: Western Symphony (New York City Ballet Orchestra conducted by Leon Barzin; Vox, 1 LP). A grab bag of American tunes, famous (Good Night, Ladies) and infamous (Rye Whisky), written to order for George Balanchine's crack ballet company. Comments Balanchine aptly on the album cover: "It was exactly as if I had ordered . . . riding clothes, admirably cut, free in the seat, smart at the hips, and unobtrusively if personally elegant...
...plan on retiring the Kiss Me, Kate album just yet, for once again. Cole Porter has come up with nothing in the way of a worthy replacement. The success of the pleasant, second-rate Can-Can seems to have taught Mr. Porter that a catch title and a song about Paris can fill in for his undisputed...