Word: keyboards
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Neither the neighbor nor the chickens were very good critics. For Ponti, at 34, is one of the most striking-if somewhat controversial-keyboard talents to appear on the concert stage in years. With a flair for the old-fashioned bravura style and a staggering technique to put it across, he is a one-man tidal wave of sound. His hands can hammer out octaves with machine-gun speed and force. He can pounce on flawless trills from a three-foot distance. He can zip off glissandi in octaves and double notes that would tear the fingernails of many pianists...
...cockpit. R-Nav will provide continuous bearings pointing toward any predetermined destination; it will supply the plane's exact position throughout the trip and immediate corrections whenever the plane veers off course. If the pilot should make a mistake in punching out his route on the keyboard of R-Nav's computer, "error" or "confirm" will be flashed by a cathode-ray tube on his instrument panel. The equipment, in fact, is so versatile that its proponents promise an extraordinary list of payoffs, ranging from increased air safety to greater traffic capacity at existing airports to the reduction...
...harmonica-playing sea captain, Carmines was born 35 years ago in Hampton, Va. Until age 17, he I planned to become a concert pianist, Then he took stock of his keyboard talents and decided on the ministry instead. "But in college at Swarthmore," he says, "I became an atheist. Later on I realized that you don't have to be a fanatic to believe in God, so I grew out of that." After graduating from Union Theological Seminary, he went to Judson Memorial and was assigned to form a church theatrical group. Carmines accepted on two conditions: no censorship...
...interesting anymore, there's something perversely fascinating in contemplating these ambulating escapes from Madame Tussaud's. The music, with few exception, fulfilled the audience's craving for a thousand decibel dry hump. And Howard Wales' sterile charade delivers: drum solos with all the pulse of a seconal addict; keyboard work with all the sensuousness and imagination of a computer print out; treacly singing; the stage presence of a sloth; and above it all in smug squalor was the ego of Wales, ballooning over the audience with all the magnificence of a slug in heat...
...title suggests, The Concert starts at a recital. A mop-haired pianist stalks imperiously across the stage to his waiting instrument, elaborately dusts off the keyboard and then sails into some Chopin pieces. As he plunks away, an audience arrives: a pair of whispering ladies with jangly handbags, a bored cigar chomper and his prissy wife, an ecstatic temptress so caught up in the music that she seems to be seducing the piano. The sequence ends in a parody of musical chairs when an usher discovers that everyone has the wrong ticket stub...