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...When Pat strummed the chilled first chord of his beloved ballad "Haven't Seen for a While," a collective sigh filled the club. Accompanied only by Ghegan's tenor sax, Pat reminded us once again of his solo acoustic artistry. Pulses of veteran audience members raced as, just as hoped, Walsh and Williams strolled casually on stage. "It's 5:15," they suddenly chimed; their rich, warm, blood-rushing harmonies melted the room. Magic, pure magic. The moment was crystallized...
When Pat strummed the chilled first chord of his beloved ballad "Haven't Seen for a While," a collective sigh filled the club. Accompanied only by Ghegan's tenor sax, Pat reminded us once again of his solo acoustic artistry. Pulses of veteran audience members raced as, just as hoped, Walsh and Williams strolled casually on stage. "It's 5:15," they suddenly chimed; their rich, warm, blood-rushing harmonies melted the room. Magic, pure magic. The moment was crystallized...
...good weekend movie." To be a big success, a movie need only work for a few weekends. It doesn't need mythic meaning; remember that for years, the all-time box-office champ was The Sound of Music. But the Star Wars saga does touch a deeper chord. "George created a transgenerational phenomenon that's still inexplicable," says Williams. "Maybe it's in the rattling of our collective memory...
...could imagine, this is not done with-out a certain degree of dopiness. As their mellifluous voices blend in a final chord, there is--surprise, surprise--not a dry eye left in the concert hall. The audience is, in fact, so overcome by sentimental ecstasies that there is a full ten seconds of silence before they recover enough to surge forward to meet our heroes with rapturous devotion. Likewise, The Harmonists are not above mushy displays of affection, a fact which director Joseph Vilsmaier impresses upon us by repeatedly showing them joining hands in the tedious...
Millions of moviegoers winced and smiled. The scene neatly captured their own late-'60s ambivalence toward the ever more synthetic landscape of their times. They loved their cheap, easy-to-clean Formica countertops, but envied--and longed for--the authentic touch and timelessness of marble and wood. The chord struck by that line in The Graduate underscored how much had happened in the six decades since the summer of 1907, when Leo Hendrik Baekeland made the laboratory breakthrough that would change the stuff our world is made...