Word: chorused
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Next comes a monologue about two hepcats doing the sights of Rome ("What's that?" "That was Knee-row's pad, boy"). Then a fast boogie-woogie chorus on the piano, and in between bits, some spoofing of the audience (to a noisy customer: "How would you like to come out to my swimming pool so I can give you drowning lessons...
Music Clubs prize for a string quartet. In 1953, Ramiro switched to the University of Southern California, the next semester won a tuition scholarship, the Harvey Gaul Prize, Philadelphia's Eurydice Chorus award and a $500 BMI (Broadcast Music, Inc.) prize for a woodwind trio. He also set to work on an orchestral piece called Sinfonia Sacra, submitted it to the annual George Gershwin Memorial Contest. The judges: Conductor Dimitri Mitropoulos, Musicologist Carleton Sprague Smith, Composers Aaron Copland, Morton Gould and Peter Mennin...
...haphazard. Comic Henry Morgan, acting as co-master of ceremonies, behaved as if he had hardly bothered to learn his cues, let alone his gags; his partner, British Actor Cyril (Peter Pan) Ritchard, ran his oh-so-English witticisms into the ground. The choreography was raggedly routine, the chorus breathless in its singing. The TV camera seemed to add unbecoming extra poundage to plumpish Martha Wright, singing I'm in Love with a Wonderful Guy. Televised in black and white, no matter how magnified the screen, Album became a blurry, uneven adaptation of TV's own Toast...
...blues singing fresh from a New Orleans nightspot. Chanter Miles, sixtyish, sounds like a little girl in Lazy River, and at least half her age in Ain't Gonna Give You None of My Jelly Roll (". . . Pas un petit morceau de mon gateau" she chortles in the second chorus). Best item: Plain Ole Blues, a cumulative band number to which the irrepressible Lizzie adds a polytonal obbligato...
...Welcome, Billy," they shouted as the train from London chuffed into St. Enoch's station. Then, as a chorus of Scottish voices sang the 23rd Psalm, the men and women of Glasgow, many of them weeping, surged toward the slim young American. Grey hat in one hand, leather-bound Bible in the other, Evangelist Billy Graham joined briefly in the singing, then made his way through a forest of outstretched hands and drove to his hotel. There, under his window, another crowd waited. Said Billy: "We have prayed for Glasgow all the way across the Atlantic...