Word: garish
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...listeners--persuaded the musical public of the glories of authentic performance. In this regard, Biggs will be written in music history books in connection with the resurgent interest in the organ music of J.S. Bach, and in the use of authentic Baroque organs that were abandoned for the garish, flashy organs of the late nineteenth century...
...sultans of Big Labor, a perennial rite of winter is the annual meeting of the AFL-CIO's executive council in Bal Harbour, Fla., just north of Miami Beach. There, at the garish 15-story Americana Hotel, the heads of 34 AFL-CIO unions representing some 20 million workers-about 21% of U.S. wage earners-gather every February to talk strategy under the sun and in sybaritic splendor. TIME Correspondent Philip Taubman attended this year's eight-day meeting and filed this report...
Industrialization and the growth of cities have already brought attendant blight: air pollution, traffic congestion, billboarded highways and garish fast-food enterprises. To Southern Journalist John Egerton (The Americanization of Dixie), "The modern, acquisitive, urban, industrial, post-segregationist, on-the-make South, its vices nationalized, its virtues evaporating if not already dissipated, is coming back with a bounce in its step, like a new salesman on the route, eager to please, intent on making...
...Good taste is available anywhere," says Manhattan Designer Barbara Marsten. "But you have to come to us for something garish." So one does, judging by the brobdingnagian baubles designed by Marsten's firm, appropriately named Caveat Emptor. The latest in nouveau gauche is a collection of oversized diamonds, rubies, emeralds and other jumbo gems made of mug-proof cardboard. The paper jewels, actually collages made from color photographs of real gems, are meant to dangle from the neck on elasticized "platinum-colored" chains. On the back of each cutout is a wry put-on and putdown of the world...
...knifes through Los Angeles' West Hollywood residential district, Santa Monica becomes a garish, grubby, milelong gauntlet of sex-book stalls, theaters and 8-mm. peep shows for voyeurs, and massage parlors and sexual encounter centers for those who want direct action. The Boulevard is a flexible ribbon of smut that expands or contracts according to the apathy or indignation of the surrounding stucco-house neighborhoods. It is, in a way, a bit of the Old West, a semilawless, laissez-faire street of chance, a zone of temptation and humiliation, harshly lit by neon signs that crackle their messages: ADULT, ENTER...