Word: breathing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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PIERRE HENRY: LE VOYAGE (Mercury). Old-fashioned program music played by newfangled electronic means-and what a program. Following the text of the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the work details the experiences of a dying man from his last breath on earth to his first breath as a reincarnated spirit. The eerie chirps and breathy gurgles are as disembodied as sound can be. A graduate of the Paris Conservatory, Henry once composed for conventional instruments, but found that the sonorities in his head required new outlets; he has since made his name with his new sound mixes...
...modern world, tribute bestowed is usually carefully blocked out for television cameras or handed to the press in mimeographed texts. It was, therefore, a breath of refreshing antiquity when Lord Caradon, Britain's chief U.N. delegate, last week took the floor of the Security Council to celebrate something in proper heraldic verse. His rhyme pays tribute to Russia's efforts in winning U.N. endorsement of the nuclear nonproliferation treaty, and his hero, slightly less than epic, is the head of Russia's negotiating team, First Deputy Foreign Minister Vasily V. Kuznetsov...
Bearing Witness. Aretha's vocal technique is simple enough: a direct, natural style of delivery that ranges over a full four octaves, and the breath control to spin out long phrases that curl sinuously around the beat and dangle tantalizingly from blue notes. But what really accounts for her impact goes beyond technique: it is her fierce, gritty conviction. She flexes her rich, cutting voice like a whip; she lashes her listeners ?in her words?"to the bone, for deepness." "Aretha's music makes you sweaty, gives you a chill, makes you want to stomp your feet," says Bobby...
...fanged tongue, he spews out tirades of paranoia. A self-pitying child of rage and fear, he drowns his panic in alcohol. He courts oblivion in lust-the bed is his womb and his coffin. He wakes with jittery remorse to smell death's bad breath at dawn. On the self-accusing charge of having made his existence an obscenity, this anti-hero sits in a prisoner's dock watching his life pass like a funeral cortege...
...breath...