Word: brasses
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Steinway the size of Florida. "Give me the Cleveland every time," a critic murmured contentedly to his companion. "Never a lapse in taste, never a bar without breeding!" Even as he spoke the Cleveland Symphony rumbled like a drain in difficulty and belched forth a stentorian blat of brass. Whereupon the tiny man, exploding chords like cannoncrackers, hurled himself upon the piano, and for the next 72 minutes, while the orchestra bawled like a herd of lovesick hippos, blasted away with a display of percussive pianistics that rattled the hall so hard nobody noticed the sound of a subway train...
Megaphones blared "Dada is all!" A brass band blasted off-key. And, heaven forfend, even the mayor, Emil Landolt, showed up to solemnly read a dada poem: "Switzerland is Dada. /Dada is nothing. /Superfluous mountains keep Switzerland from achieving concrete Dadaism. /Level the mountains...
Earliest Truffles. His customers came to include all those with money, family, achievement or plain corporate brass who make up society in New York. With them Soule was always cool, correct and attentive. Recalls the New York Times's Charlotte Curtis: "He would arrange his people around the room as if he were a woman preparing for a ball. He would put Mrs. William Paley on one banquette like a huge bouquet of flowers, Mrs. John Pell on another side, and perhaps Elizabeth Arden in still a third corner...
Agent 007 has come to pay his last respects to the shapely, black-veiled widow of a SPECTRE assassin. An oboe sighs mournfully. He goes to press her hand and bam! da-bam! bam!-a volley of brass suddenly screams bloody murder. Agent 007 knocks the widow head over high heels with a bone-jarring right cross to the jaw. Aha! Just as he thought: it was not the widow but the assassin himself. Accompanied by thumping kettledrums, 007 methodically works the villain over with karate punches and a well-placed kick, then strangles him to death. A clatter...
There was lots to be found in the wholesome bag, too, notably Julie Andrews and the tinkly, tweeting movie track of the Sound of Music, the year's big bestseller. The newest sound was produced by Herb Alpert's Tijuana Brass, a trumpeting mixture of mariachi and Dixieland. Jazz continued to flail around in various directions, not knowing how seriously to take itself. Perhaps the year's best jazz record was Miles Davis' E S.P., combining a thoughtful questing with virtuosity...