Word: mellow
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...even deeper reason for the overuse of the full chorus comes from the nostalgic role of music in America today. The escape we Americans seek so much in music emerged that evening to stifle subtlety; the music aroused some warm and mellow sentiments, and that...
...maiden aunt of mine keeps insisting that people mellow when they enter middle-age. I have always thought this nostrum a trifle pat, and Ingmar Bergman (doubtless intending no malice to my aunt) turns her theory inside out with Secrets of Women, an unpretentious early work that precedes by some years the tempestuous and difficult films by which he is better known. For Bergman, the mellowness of maturity seems to have come before youth's probing restlessness...
...peers into boudoir and bar, smart rendezvous and thieves' kitchen, Vienna woods and Vienna sewers, museums, palaces, and slums. There are political riots, murder, sadism, Lesbianism, and varieties of amorous intrigue; but Von Doderer's temperament triumphs over passion and violence to give the book a placid, mellow tone. In a series of tableaux vivants, Von Doderer has captured a moment of history, a few years between World Wars, when Vienna thought that tranquillity had been restored, past values retained, that life would move on and, therefore...
...summer's fastest-moving single records. Songstress Margret (she has dropped her last name professionally) is that rarity in the record field: a girl singer who can really make a pop song pop. In a pulsating, slightly nasalized voice, pleasant but still more callow than mellow, she bleats across the land a sugary lament called / Just Don't Understand...
...sounds that reverberated through Moscow's Teatr Estrady last week seemed strangely out of place in the drab, disciplined Soviet capital: the salivating slur of a trombone, the mellow wail of a muted trumpet, the throaty murmur of a saxophone and the staccato thunder of drums. U.S. tourists even thought they could identify the nearly indistinguishable melody: Lullaby of Birdland. They were right. At picnics and Komsomol dances, in cabarets and conservatories, the Soviet Union is swinging to the sound of jazz...