Word: flatness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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CHAUSSON: SYMPHONY IN B FLAT MAJOR; FRANCK: LES EOLIDES (London). Ernest Chausson was a slow, self-doubting composer who shunned large undertakings, and is best known for his minor songs. The symphony form, he complained, caused him endless anxiety: "It is lively but not very much so, being somber and weighty too." His B Flat Major displays none of these characteristics. It is instead a pleasant, supple work, replete with gracefully phrased suggestions and intuitions, rather like prettified Wagner. Ernst Ansermet leads the Orchestre de la Suisse Romande in an appropriately understated performance. Chausson was one of Cesar Franck...
BUCK OWENS AND HIS BUCKAROOS: THE BEST OF, VOL. 2 (Starline/Capitol). This is one of the few examples of genuine bluegrass. Buck Owens figures that "all I gotta do is ac' naturally" to be the biggest star, and he's right. His flat, nasal shout relies for accompaniment on little more than electronic twangs and a passel of whooping colleagues, while he delivers the ordinary man's poetic visions: "When I first saw you, babe, you nearly made me wreck/My ole '49 Cadillac...
...polls he is scrambling to stay close to McCarthy-and often winding up embarrassingly distant. Audiences do not always warm to the Vice President's old-fashioned style, and his campaign forays of late have fallen flat. Last week in Manhattan when Diana Ross & the Supremes endorsed Humphrey, aides called a special press conference to announce the event. A reception for "Youthful Volunteers for Humphrey" drew a sparse crowd of political veterans well past the Pepsi generation...
...worst thing about being in the limelight," says Pitcher Bob Gibson of the St. Louis Cardinals, "is trying to go somewhere and enjoy yourself for a little while without being bothered. Your steak gets cold and your drink gets flat, and you can't even go to the rest room without someone asking for an autograph." Moreover, he adds, "Ninetynine out of a hundred people I meet want to talk about only one thing, baseball, and that doesn't make for very interesting conversation. Just suppose, for example, that you were a garbage collector and every day about...
...author of thirteen books since 1949, has thrown it all into his latest tale of a lonely antihero dragging his dyspeptic way through the exoticisms of the Great Mundane. Burgess's greatest creation is Enderby, a wheezing, farting, belching bachelor poet who writes in the lavatory of his filthy flat. Enderby is a Mad Magazine version of Leopold Bloom; he sentimentally feeds gulls and innocently offends all the local pub personnel. Suddenly offered an obscure prize for his poetry, Enderby borrows a suit from a friendly chef in return for writing a cycle of torrid love poetry to the barmaid...