Word: lyrical
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...Cause we all know that the game’s not over until the fullback sings. “I got goose bumps,” says Murphy. Van Niel’s experience as an opera-singing fullback (or perhaps a football-playing lyric tenor) recently captured the interest of the national media. The sudden attention surprised Van Niel. “It’s kind of funny,” he says. “I was doing these things before...and I’ll be doing them after.” Noah?...
...wonderful thing when a rapper decides to embrace manhood. But back to the music. It’s hard not to be enraptured by Freeway’s impassioned, raspy voice, just as it’s tough to underestimate his intuition for placing a fermata above a lyric just where it’s needed. If Otis Redding rapped, he might be Freeway. The album’s melodies are sparse, beautiful, often sampled from old soul hits, marked by heraldic horns and enough jazz flute to make Herbie Mann proud. “Free at Last?...
Noted poetry critic and English professor Helen Vendler presented her latest book, “A Secret Discipline: Yeats and Lyric Form,” last night in a talk in which she read Yeats poems—at one point breaking into an Irish brogue—and told anecdotes from Yeats’ life to an audience of several hundred...
...Born in the U.S.A." "I ain't gonna play Sun City." Lyric fragments that, once heard, become a whole political statement in miniature, a rhythmic testament of pride and conscience. There is another that belongs in their company. It is a simple declarative dedication, really, spoken quietly by Peter Gabriel: "This is for Steven Biko." And Biko begins, its incantatory drum sounds and eldritch rhythms working some deep magic before Gabriel even gets to the first verse...
...nearly as well as vintage AC/DC; it sounds loud at nearly every volume level.Sure, a lot of “Rock N Roll” is shitty, but the same goes for the genre. Adams’ habit of simultaneously embracing volatile extremes leads him to write an incisive lyric in one verse and a terrible one the next. “Wish You Were Here” starts with the wonderfully evocative line “Cotton candy and a rotten mouth,” then devolves into boring rain imagery and whining: “It?...