Word: horning
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...melodic but hard-driving piano and compositions both bright and Silvery blue. The title piece of his Cape Verdean Blues (Blue Note) is a spunky bit of funk with a samba beat. In Nutville, Bonita and Mo' Jo, Veteran Trombonist J. J. Johnson adds a third horn to the trumpet and sax of the mellow, swinging combo...
...instant coffee at a hurried breakfast and then spend a day of slow, painstaking research in his laboratory. Americans love speed and power on the highway, but they are the most disciplined drivers in the world. While the French, Italian or German driver burns out his batteries with his horn and uses his car as an instrument of vengeance ("In Germany," says one psychoanalyst, "anger is a status symbol"), the American knows that he must drive as part of a group. Although Americans endure queues, bad service, inept repairmen, and surly sales help with remarkable stoicism, French Philosopher Jacques Maritain...
...guard, cleanly stole the ball twice in a row at midcourt, the Wildcats went into a reel that they never quite pulled out of. With a defense that strangled Kentucky in close and on the outside, Texas Western just kept pulling away by leaps and bounds until the final horn crowned them the national champions...
Last week the Boschaps performed a rich, tastefully executed program at Manhattan's Town Hall. In Benjamin Britten's Fantasy for Oboe and Strings, the trio of strings spun delicately interlocking webs around the oboe's sober solo; Francis Poulenc's sprightly Sonata for Horn, Trumpet and Trombone was charmingly carried off like the playful banterings of back-fence gossips. The evening's major piece, Schubert's String Quintet in C, grew out of the stage like a tree of sound, alive and shapely in every line. The musicians played as it is seldom...
...whorehouse than with her mother, and lectured her sternly about his superior philosophical systems ("Mine," he wrote, "are based on reason, and yours are merely the fruit of stupidity"). He was more jovial with his valet Carteron: "Ah: you ancient pumpkin cooked in bugs' juice, third horn of the devil's head, codface drawn out like the two ears of an oyster, slipper of a procuress." It was hardly an appropriate tone to take with one's valet, but Carteron was no ordinary valet; he was a member of the orgy...