Word: blende
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Kenton is a 6 ft. 4½ in. Californian who at 36 has the same ambition Paul Whiteman had in the '20s: to marry classical music and jazz. In Whiteman's case, what emerged was pseudo-symphonic-a blend of Tin Pan Alley and Tchaikovsky. In Kenton's, it is a driving, nervous (and technically skillful) wedding of swing and Schonberg. Kenton started his outfit in 1941, got ahead fast by getting up early to sign autographs, and looking up disc jockeys whenever he hit a new town. For the past two years, his musicians have been...
...plucked. When played in combination with a piano, Bach and Mozart violin sonatas can be brilliant, noble, dramatic, tender, melodically beautiful--but they can never express the intimacy that should characterize classical chamber music. When played by harpsichord and violin, this intimacy is never lost. The two instruments blend into each other almost as if they were one; and the music seems to become a part of the listener's consciousness, rather than the object of his attention...
...history of the Crimson national and international editorial columns is a strange blend of the popular mood of the day, and the very real individuality of each board. If the former did not lead the Crimson into inconsistencies, the latter certainly did, and for such meandering the editors were occasionally taken to task by older, wiser, and more static journals. But, as the editors in the spring of 1917 replied to a criticism of this kind in the old Boston Transcript: "We could not, for the sake of consistency, maintain a policy which in conscience the majority of the board...
...music he played, was magnificent. It was an orgiastic reincarnation of Franz Liszt holding all Europe spellbound with his fustian brilliance. And from there on the concert retained that atmosphere. The last ensore, Horowitz's own variations on Mendelssohn's Wedding March--a composition completely Lisztian in its blend of bombast and puckishness--was the perfect bravura curtain line for the whole exhibition. Horowitz the genius; Horowitz...
...perfect of its kind. Britain's Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger exported a casual, charming romantic comedy, I Know Where I'm Going. Nightmare Alley had a sardonic toughness which, to their detriment, U.S. films have almost lost. Jean Renoir made Woman on the Beach an artful blend of mood and melodrama. Delmer Daves enlarged his conspicuous promise as a writer-director with two melodramas, The Red House and The Dark Passage. Sweden's Torment was, in its first half, one of any good year's ten best...