Word: basses
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...thousand one-night stands and red-lit neon holes from San Diego to Baltimore. In a Beat as Big as a bass-fiddle, tight-drum Hot America. In the dull roar and muted chant of the Juke Box Generation. We shall survive--and prosper. Man, you heard it here...
...Debate Council was the recipient also of a booby prize, donated by the Dartmouth Forensic Union, in the form of a small model of a drum. On it was inscribed: "Presented in memory of those valiant (sic) men who made the ultimate sacrifice in defense of the Harvard bass drum...
...salute ushered in the sunrise across the eucalyptus-covered hills around Ethiopia's capital of Addis Ababa. In St. George Cathedral more than 100 stocking-footed priests of the Coptic Christian Church began their matins to the booming rhythms of a throbbing bass drum and the jangle of silver rattles. In the streets thousands of adoring subjects set up a howling cry of greeting for Emperor Haile Selassie, the Conquering Lion of Judah, Elect of God and 225th in a long line of Ethiopian emperors who traced their ancestry back to the Queen of Sheba herself. A moment later...
Russia's Dmitry Shostakovich, 51, is one of the 20th century's most gifted composers, but that has not kept Soviet politicians from pounding him like a bass drum. In the '30s and '40s Communist officials let him have it fortissimo for writing music that failed to trace a melodic line straight to the heart of the average Russian. Composer Shostakovich has long since recanted his sins and been allowed once again to sing for his supper. The song he sang last week, his brand-new Eleventh Symphony, was supposed to help celebrate the 40th anniversary...
...into a decrepit hack. We fell into O'Neill's room some time about five. I had just purchased that day a copy of SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY. When the dawn broke, I was sitting on a trunk, Elkins sprawled across the bed, O'Neill reading in his powerful, melancholy bass, poem after poem from that disturbing collection." --John V.A. Weaver, a classmate...