Word: duetting
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...next piece “Iraida,” a duet, featuring Lynch and Palmieri, was the best piece of the night. Dedicated to Palmieri’s wife, “Iraida” started out plaintive and slow, with both musicians playing restrained, subdued parts, only to explode in the center into action, putting their virtuosic talent on display...
...talkinabout the man that I adore" - as Astaire stands by in understated disbelief. The singer and the songwriter never worked together again, which is a shame, since Hutton might have inspired a snazzy Broadway score from Loesser and kept her own career in flourish. In a way they did duet once more, once removed. Hutton's last hit record was a cover of "A Bushel and a Peck" from Guys and Dolls. It went...
...dancers’ expressions and helping to clarify the subtle shifts between sentiments. In one especially memorable section, the dancers, cast in a bluish light, simulate swimming motions in the air. The only disappointment of the work is not in the dancing, but in the singing. The live duet between soprano Sandra Patrikalakis and contralto Susan Larson often detracts from the beauty of the choreography; overall, however, the piece is effective. The ending is particularly creative, making use of a tower built by the dancers from wooden blocks and topped by an illuminated, reflective sphere. The lights dim with...
...character of Ai Swallow, a female Japanese wannabe Samurai played by David J. Andersson ’09. He does what he can, but at some point the sword twirling, cries of “Samurai Chop,” and bowing add up to a critical mass. His duet with romantic interest Will U. Bullowme (David W. Ingber ’07) is the show’s low point...
...tunes. The three songs that follow the title track on this single release are good, too—but not great. Apparently, on a tiny release like this, listeners miss out on features that have defined Ward’s LPs since 1999’s “Duet for Guitars #2.” Here, there are no whimsical instrumentals, no surf-tinged laments, and a lot less of M. Ward’s signature old-timey feel. It doesn’t take a Luddite to lament this transition—at least at first...