Word: mellowes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Victor's 1958 model has not yet made the sales charts, and she still has some things to do (dancing lessons, reducing sessions), but there is a good chance that she will sell. Jennie's voice is still maturing from callow to mellow, but it is husky and wholesome, sounds fine in simple arrangements of When I Fall in Love and the little-girlish My Very Good Friend in the Looking Glass, timidly torchy in I'm a Fool to Want You. From her Victor royalties, Jennie has an excellent prospect of becoming rich enough to retire...
...laughin' matter. Your reporter hasn't paid the price of a haircut lately. No one in his right mind could have had a grudge against sweet, mellow Mr. Anastasia. Umberto must have been mistaken for the head of the local barbers' union...
Berman's graveyard was bathed in a running, watery green light, and the Commendatore (no longer cumbrously on horseback) glowed dimly through the iron grille of a crypt, like a sea creature in a grotto. Through the mellow moonlit streets moved the kind of cast only a great opera house could muster: Cesare Siepi, Eleanor Steber, Lisa Della Casa, Roberta Peters, Cesare Valletti, Giorgio Tozzi, Fernando Corena, Theodor Uppman, all in top form...
Basso Siepi found his customarily resonant, mellow notes, plus a larger kind of rollicking, swaggering presence that had about it much of the animal authority Ezio Pinza used to exude in the role. What it lacked was only a tincture of malevolence: Siepi's acting was sometimes reminiscent of the reflex actions of a sleek cat rather than of a man willing to defy Heaven to enjoy earth. Soprano Steber presented a rich, blazing, gusty-voiced Donna Anna and Soprano Delia Casa an elegantly anguished Donna Elvira. And as Leporello, Basso Fernando Corena not only lurched and grimaced about...
...brush and the imagination. Often it is difficult to determine which fit even these broad categories, as Rosenborg's work, neither non-objective nor allegorical, alludes mystically to nature as a vehicle alone. Brilliant bouquets of color, often straight from the tube, alternate with misty formations of warm, mellow light. Seldom is any linear element whatsoever introduced. Rosenborg's variations on a theme of color harmonies are as much the point as his eulogy of nature...