Word: chordings
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...burdensome image lashes out on the rocking title track. He hammers at the keyboards as if he's chipping away all the artifacts that used to encase his music. The final creation proves rough, yet confident, and he tests his new-found vocal endurance on a twisting, unconventional chord progression. Like a motorcycle zooming up a winding mountain road, Hall almost falls off the edge, but he finally reaches...
...capable of last-ditch courage; Luckinbill is simply an animated puppet dangling jerkily from unseen strings. Baxley's Emily was managerial yet vulnerable; Feldon is as crisp as a fresh ice cube and just about as cool whenever she melts. Under Weidner, pauses became gravamens of a lost chord of happiness. Theodore Mann directs Past Tense as if he were presiding over a domestic roller derby. It is a valuable reminder that the play you see is not always the one the au thor actually wrote...
...Touch an Go," are leftover from Ultravox's final days. Neither one makes much sense as pure electronics either musically or lyrically, but Foxx obvioulsy felt that the "tunes" were too good to lose. He has always been a melody man at heart, and here the power of the chord change rules over the power of the machine. Chalk this up as the disc's only conceptual mistake; they are still stimulating songs...
...Rubinstein's first volume, My Young Years, the settings are international, the incidents colorful and the supporting cast spectacular. He has a night on the town with the Prince of Wales, whose spindly piano he inadvertently demolishes with one mighty chord. An actress in Greenwich Village cajoles him into playing by standing on her head, "exposing her bare secrets"; she turns out to be Tallulah Bankhead. In an audience with Mussolini, he feeds il Duce a line for a speech. He sits for Picasso, who sees him 24 different ways. Round the world he goes, bumping over the Alps...
...readers into playing something that has not been in the Top 100 for a long time, or that was never there at all, whether it is a collection by Solomon Burke or some blues by Jimmy Reed. The evaluations can be infuriatingly arbitrary: albums by a group of four-chord gobblers like Mahogany Rush are rated as high as some by Van Morrison and Neil Young. The fault, however, is also part of the point. Rock reviewing is high-temperature writing. It has as much in common with the sports page as the book review. The best entries...