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...drums, the effortlessness that the dancers convey in their obviously-difficult movements took many people's breath away. Dada's fantastic costumes helped the dancers ride on air, from the amazingly powerful male lead clad in black, to the passionate lovers in flowing crimson, to the ceaslessly energetic chorus in fluttery beige garments...
Most likely, the members of the Boston Symphony Orchestra have never heard of Maxwell. That didn't keep them from playing an excellent rendition of Mahler's Third Symphony last Friday to a packed house at Symphony Hall. The Symphony was accompanied by The Tanglewood Festival Chorus and the P.A.L.S. (Performing Artists at Lincoln School) and directed by Seiji Ozawa. The Orchestra played the music so pleasantly that throughout the performance they kept the audience in those most enjoyable moments just before sleep. The French horn section stood out and played beautifully in all of the sections in which they...
...Tanglewood Festival Chorus and P.A.L.S. who marched in during intermission sang during the fifth movement, accompanying the soloist, American mezzo-soprano Florence Quivar. Seventy-five choir members, highly visible young ladies and younger boys and girls dressed in whit and blue framed the orchestra. The fifth movement started with P.A.L.S. singing "ding, dong, ding, dong." The Tanglewood chorus answered with wide smiles and German verse. One couldn't tell if their smiles were the stages smiles that performers have to wear or genuine glee at hearing the younger kids perform. They hadn't looked too lively on their...
...Butter," a song that intertwines the classic motifs of food and sex is by far one of the more daring songs on the album. "I'm salty you're creamy/let's get us some/strawberry jam/to spread on your biscuits/my sweet country ham..." croons Lord, while McGhee repeats the chorus, "Ooh, ooh, my butter" over and over. Whether the butter she is singing of is metaphorical or literal is hard to decipher from this song, as it moves between the raunchy and the mundane quite freely. Some of its lyrics are downright sappy, such as "If love needs a reason/then mine...
Black Grape fills the album with a premeditated bounciness. Backed by a sharp electric guitar scale, Shawn Ryder enunciates "Dinnuh's in the cellar, I can smell 'er" with an almost Kurt Cobain-ish seriousness, then shifts into the light-hearted teenage chorus "I wanna get cheeky with ya, I wanna get squeakly inside ya--lying through your teeth for a week!" on "Squeaky." If you come to Stupid, Stupid, Stupid with certain antigravity expectations, these lyrics will make you jealous. Distancing themselves from their subject matter through sarcasm, Black Grape come over to the audience, throwing a post-rock...