Word: mandolin
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Kermit is sitting on a log in a swamp, and he has just played his big mandolin solo, which went very well. But now, trouble: a fly buzzes past him, and he flicks at it with his tongue. He misses. "First thing to go on a frog, his tongue.'' says Kermit, remembering the great days when he could make the double play-fly to mosquito to gullet-with ease. But Dom DeLuise, the Hollywood agent who has rowed by in a boat, just a touch lost, is tired of wasting time. "I've got to catch...
...sleeve. Along with the haunting words ("Such sad dreams/Troubling my sleep with that howl/Farewells must be but au revoirs"), and a charming french cabaret flavor, "Pronto Monto" is all variety. There's a brief transition to disco at the end of the song, French disco, and mysterious strains of mandolin, violin and horn floating in and out of the music. "Pronto Monto" embodies everything good about the McGarrigle sisters, especially because the words briefly recall the sister-conscious character of their old greats...
...throughout the album, Bromberg holds himself back, never displaying the sheer virtuousity he has shown himself to be capable of. At the start of the song, for example, he offers only a few bars of tasty rag picking before drowning the guitar out in a melange of horns, mandolin, bass and drums. Although the absence of flash is somewhat disappointing, Bromberg's restraint makes for a well-integrated, solid sound...
Peter P. Smith '78 and Joseph V. Papandrea '78 left for New Hampshire Friday afternoon to take pictures, see the sights, pick apples, and strum on the guitar and mandolin. Smith said yesterday the two Leverett House residents planned generally to "have a good time...
...Bill Coonrod, a farmer from Monticello, Ind., joined some newfound friends outside his trailer and showed what 40 years of mandolin practice could do. Don Brown, a Huntingburg, Ind., plumbing contractor who slept in his car during the festival's first weekend, opened his trunk and pulled out a five-string fiddle that he had spent two years building. "I played until 4 o'clock in the morning," he said wearily. "That's what the fun of these things is. After the main show is over, everybody gets together and shindigs...