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...willingness to abandon notes and to play space. He rescues Roberta Flack's The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and Bread's truly horrible AM-radio hit If from years of accumulated treacle by tinkling out the barest hint of melody, confidently letting each note float around until it resolves itself in your head. He's equally adept at spelling his minimalism with funk on the original Ellen's Song, and closes with a solo version of Lord, I Give Myself to You, in which he harmonizes with himself in glorious fashion...
...hobbits--leprechaunish, with round bellies and bottoms, like the Munchkins in MGM's Oz--are persuasively played by jockey-size actors. The Shire and its environs are suggested less by sets than by delicately sylvan projections. Rivendell's High Elves are just that: they rise and float serenely (on wires) above the hobbits. The Winnebago-size Shelob tries to wrap her spidery tentacles around a struggling Frodo with the help of six black-clad puppeteers...
...meter race course on the Charles, bisected by the Mass. Ave. Bridge, is home to some of the most fanatical fans on the Harvard campus. Crowds show up by 7:30 a.m. on race day, and particularly intense spectators ride alongside the races on their bicycles. Crimson signs float from the Mass. Ave. Bridge. Throngs sit poised at the finish line to begin screaming as soon as boats come into view...
...refreshing change from the usual political apathy of students, at least when it comes to campus politics. Harvard undergraduates, some of the brightest (and most opinionated) young minds in the world, are, on average, surprisingly uninformed of the goings-on in Mass. Hall and University Hall. Most students float from class to dining halls to sections to dorms, largely unfamiliar with what is happening on their own campus. When Dean of the Faculty William C. Kirby announced his resignation at the end of January, students hardly took note. Most either felt it didn’t matter, or they asked...
...meant to be a city kitty, not a country cousin. Instead of her previous idiosyncratic and intensely appealing emotional girl-chants, here she turns in some faceless performances. Sweet, yes, but far too discreet. There’s little passion in her voice, and as a result, the tracks float by without distinguishing themselves. Part of the problem is Marshall’s slightly husky baritone. Within the structure of her higher-pitched and more rock-like previous work, it often gives an appealingly off-beat vibe. Within the deeper registers of country instrumentation, the listener simply can?...