Word: harping
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...parts where the score calls for playing which is meant to be more lyrical than majestic, the group soundedvery fine. The soft chimes of the triangle in "Tuileries" played nicely against the winds, harp, horns and strings, and the tuba burst forth with round tones most of the time in the sad "Bydlo" describing a cart driver trudging along with his oxen. "Ballet of the Hatching Chicks" fared better than "Limoges" and "Catacombae," in which the brass were not as sharp as required...
Angell eschews, with unjustifiable modesty, comparison with the métier's creator, whom he salutes in a touching envoi: "Farewell, upstate harp of Tamil Vale, Frank, sweet bird of Saratoga . . ." New Yorker Editor William Shawn, however, is pleased. "If Frank Sullivan knew about it, he would be pleased too," says Shawn. Or as Angell concludes, and Sullivan would have: "Peace on each land beneath the sun/ Good friends, God bless us, every...
Instead of a trumpet, a harp weakens "Linda Paloma." Arthurt Gerst, the Liberace of the harp, turns this song into an appropriate theme for "The Edge of Night." Browne's voice also falters on this track, when he sings about his "Mexican dove." Usually, his vocals are sincere if methodical; he's more a hoe tilling the soil than a barreling steamroller. But his range is severely limited, and it shows here as his voice cracks reaching for a high note. Still, Browne's decision to stray his Southern California roots to try a Mexican ballad demonstrates a willingness...
...speech by Toussaint L'Ouverture, the Haitian leader of a slave rebellion, and later won the Walt Whitman International Media Competition for selections from The Autobiography of Malcolm X. He often compares himself to a jazz musician, stripping down everything to the soul. "I used to blow a blues harp and beat a tambourine, but now my body is my only instrument," he says. Blue often works barefoot, so that, as he puts it, "my toes can sing...
Most post-season analyses harp on several common elements. A young player did not perform up to potential, the reliable veteran came up lame, it was a cold spring training, the momentum was missing, and of course, the manager did not establish a good rapport with his players. This formula will work for a Red Sox post-mortem and is guaranteed to make you a hit at any cocktail party...