Word: lyricists
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When an obscure Brooklyn composer named Sholom Secunda was writing songs for the Yiddish theater in the '303, he and Lyricist Jacob Jacobs would peddle the copyrights to music publishers for $15 apiece, and they were happy to get the money. One day in 1937, Secunda heard a familiar sound coming out of the jukeboxes of Flatbush. The Andrews Sisters had picked up one of his tunes, cut a record for Decca with new lyrics, and all over the U.S. people were dancing...
...name Updike meant nothing to me, of course. But from the first he made our final choice a pretty obvious one. His poems showed him a very original man of creative parts--and he kept showing up in so many different guises, now a satirical poet, now a lyricist...
...Group IV. The only show still to open this season in TI's gilt-edged category, Carnival, a musical based on the film Lili, boasts a blue-chip billing of Producer David Merrick (twelve moneymakers in his last 16 attempts), Director Gower Champion (one for one), Composer-Lyricist Bob Merrill (two for two). One of the book writers, Michael Stewart, proved himself in Bye Bye Birdie; the other, Helen Deutsch, is untested, as is Star Anna Maria Alberghetti...
Your writer must have searched his soul and thesaurus long and hard before referring to Lyricist Alan Lerner's succession of therapists as a "pride of analysts." Pride of lions, yes; brace of quail, covey of partridges, indeed; but surely there can be no exact usage other than to refer to a group of my esteemed colleagues as a couch or complex of analysts. The term clutch has been proposed, but is clear evidence of resistance...
...feels ice-cold, has been known to light a fire in the middle of a heat wave while writing. Over the years he has set up a number of semi-fast rules for himself: avoid s sounds, avoid eer sounds above A above middle C, etc. As a lyricist, Lerner lacks the ultrasophistication of a Cole Porter, on the other hand would never commit the more cloying sentimentalities of Oscar Hammerstein. At their best, his lyrics are like expertly cut glass, as in these lines from My Fair Lady...