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...innately tasteful musicality that spurns either maudlin moonbeams or brittle bravura. He puts it all to work in the Byronic B-Minor Third Sonata, playing with dash, sweep and refined lyricism. His performance of the Second, in B-flat minor, offers something more. Although not the performance of a mellow master like Rubinstein, it displays a subtle feeling for the shifting, subterranean currents of Chopin's emotion. There is an urgency in the scherzo, a brooding pathos in the famous funeral march, a bizarre mysteriousness in the final skittering octaves, which Anton Rubinstein described as the winds of night...
Canada's Gordon Lightfoot, 29, is one up-to-date folk singer who maintains the old tradition. He comes onstage in a battered buckskin jacket, as if he didn't plan to stay long enough to peel down to shirtsleeves. His mellow bari tone has a countrified accent that, no matter where he is, seems to come from somewhere else. And most of his 130 songs are plaints of a latter-day drifter. "Movin' is my stock in trade," he sings in For Lovin' Me. In Early Morning Rain, broke and marooned in an airport...
...montage of pastel moods. Delicately blended harmonic shades slide and merge in misty orchestrations of Speak and Goodbye to Childhood (with Thad Jones on flügelhorn, Peter Phillips on bass trombone and Jerry Dodgion on alto flute). In Riot, First Trip and Sorcerer, the piano skips along with mellow modal lines and bright blues splashes. Drummer Mickey Roker and Bassist Ron Carter are Hancock's hearty helpers...
Older men, with guitars slung over their suitcoats, they made very fine country and blues. Soothing, mellow music, like "Your Cheatin' Heart," and "Make the World Go Away." The candidate hadn't come yet, and Sam was doing his genial best to set the mood...
...that he is mellow, fulfilled and nearing 80, Conrad Richter is devoting his fiction more and more to recollections of the kind hearts and sometimes genteel people who lived in the town where he grew up, Pine Grove, Pa. (pop. 2,267). He has written three books about the mores of "Unionville, Pa.," Pine Grove's fictional counterpart, and they are, for the most part, splendidly solid. His latest, alas, is not. The Aristocrat is slender and seemingly self-indulgent. It would be slick as well, were it not for Richter's imperturbable sincerity. He presents a caricature...