Word: ballade
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...makes you tired just watching Emilio Estefan pace the hallways at his Miami-based Crescent Moon Studios. He pops into a sound room where engineers are mixing the tracks for a ballad sung by Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony, one of two songs Estefan produced for Lopez's upcoming album On the 6. "It sounds great," he says, flashing his trademark broad smile. "This is going to be really big. I'm telling you." Nowadays, when Estefan makes that kind of prediction, industry moguls listen. A former drummer and the husband of pop diva Gloria Estefan, he has emerged...
...ever read this column over the past two years, you know that I haven't had trouble finding things to complain about. From peer pressure to drink underage to the demise of the power ballad, from impeachment-obsessed Republicans to single-ply toilet paper, I've tried to shed some light on our problems and hopefully spur people to action for the better...
Photographer Nan Goldin is perhaps best known for her photographic monograph "The Ballad of Sexual Dependency." In addition, her travelling exhibition "I'll Be Your Mirror" has appeared at several European museums...
...Spanish and back again. Martin's singing talents are limited--his voice lacks power and depth--but he is not out simply to vocalize, he's out to entertain. On Shake Your Bon-Bon, he parties hard; on She's All I Ever Had, he delivers a power ballad with impressively aggressive sincerity. One of the CD's best cuts is Be Careful (Cuidado con Mi Corazon), a duet with Madonna. It's a compelling pairing: we feel the love, but it is not between Martin and his duet partner; it's a shared passion for superstardom, from a woman...
When Pat strummed the chilled first chord of his beloved ballad "Haven't Seen for a While," a collective sigh filled the club. Accompanied only by Ghegan's tenor sax, Pat reminded us once again of his solo acoustic artistry. Pulses of veteran audience members raced as, just as hoped, Walsh and Williams strolled casually on stage. "It's 5:15," they suddenly chimed; their rich, warm, blood-rushing harmonies melted the room. Magic, pure magic. The moment was crystallized...