Word: bittersweetly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...tails, ready for a twirl. Love is the only problem she knows, and that is a somewhat half-witted affair, its contretemps based on misunderstandings that a TV-trained three-year-old could settle in seconds. The battle of the sexes is either mock or bittersweet; one lyric says it all: "We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes/But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes." All this is sexy only by insinuendo-and thus stimulates the imagination more than crasser treatment...
...elusive, bittersweet quality that gives bite to the blues, soulin' is a Rawls specialty. His style is all his own. Drawing from a mixed bag of songs, he improvises effortlessly within a three-octave range, spiraling up to a keening, gospel wail, then swooping down to a gritty, resonant bottom. Betwixt and between, he intersperses rhythmic lick-ety-split soliloquies. He will lead into Streetcorner Hustler's Blues, for example, by telling of a two-timing hippie who pleads with his knife-wielding wife to take his white-on-white Cadillac "butjustdon'tcutmynewsuit'causeljustgotit outofthepawnshopandlgottohavemy-frontsolcankeepmakingmygame...
CRAZY QUILT. Henry (Tom Rosqui), by profession a termite exterminator, is a completely illusionless man. Lorabelle (Ina Mela), who believes in Providence and butterflies, is a visionary maid. How this unlikely couple meet, marry, and share a long life together is the bittersweet burden of this American fable...
CRAZY QUILT. Henry (Tom Rosqui), by profession a termite exterminator, is a completely illusionless man. Lorabelle (Ina Mela), who believes in Providence and butterflies, is a visionary maid. How this unlikely couple meet, marry and share a long life together is the bittersweet burden of this American fable...
Ironically, as her career skyrocketed, the specter of Piaf gradually became a restricting influence. Mireille wanted to develop her own style. Actually, though the similarities in intonation are unmistakable, Mireille's budding voice has little of the bittersweet pathos and built-in sob that endeared Piaf to generations of Frenchmen. When Maurice Chevalier heard 19-year-old Mireille sing a few months ago, he counseled: "You are young, pretty, and your success has made you happy. You should not sing unhappy, tortured songs. Sing on the sunny side of the street." And so she has, trading in her black...