Word: chorused
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Incongruous ensembles dot the score. A whole chorus of Portuguese townspeople interrupts an inquisition with "What a day for an autoda-fe." The cast collectively bemoans their lot with unfortunately appropriate words--"What's the use"--to the strains of Venetain-style organ grinding that would have made even Sir Arthur Sullivan shudder...
...only person on campus who is utterly repelled by the sight of corset-clad grotesques high-kicking in a chorus line? Apparently so, judging from the accolades which have been heaped on this year's Hasty Pudding show...
...incoming crop of House members, Brownback said, Kasich found ``a chorus of angels singing to his soul.'' And last week, as the freshmen unveiled their plan to dismantle the Commerce, Education, Energy and Housing departments, Kasich stood with them. ``This is serious! This is real! And I love 'em all!'' the chairman crowed...
...misleadingly innocent Japanese folk melodies, The Jazz Machine used both pieces as vehicles for high drama, exploring every nuance of Elvin's protean grooves. Tenor saxophonist Greg Tardy has shown considerable development in the past two years. He movingly demonstrated his growing mastery of Coltrane's licks with chorus after chorus of blowing in a style hauntingly evocative of his idol. His exploratory forays entered into the area of choked cries, multiphonics, and ever-multiplying expansions of the harmonic structure laid down by pianist Willie Pickens and bassist Neal Caine. Unfortunately, trombonist Delfayo Marsalis (of Marsalis name and fame...
...roar of the Twenties, the swishy Forties, the Fifties buzzing with the waisty WASP look, the disco beat Seventies and now even the Eighties chirp in with a chorus of "Me, me, me!" My Lord, what a ruckus. All this Retro can give a girl a headache. But before you get nostalgic about the future, remember that every morning you have the potential to broadcast something. No matter which decade you pilfer, you are announcing "I am of the now." You are playing a cosmic game of Whack-a-Mole...