Word: milk
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...midtown Manhattan apartment, Arranger Hershey Kay and Pop Composer Jerry Herman were hard at work on a musical comedy. Milk and Honey, which will open on Broadway next month. Herman rippled a tune on the piano. "That's for Ruth's [Mimi Benzell] first meeting with Philip [Robert Weede]," he said. "Bright, but a little wistful." Kay thought a moment, concluded that the melody called for woodwinds...
...been set on stage, giving Kay some idea of their order and length, he begins to make tentative notes for instrumentation. About two weeks before the out-of-town opening, he gets down to serious work, sometimes assisted by as many as four other arrangers (his partner in his Milk and Honey assignment is Jazz Composer-Arranger Eddie Sauter). In the final, frenzied weeks before first night on Broadway, Kay must grind out not only the orchestrations for songs and dances, but the "bridges" between numbers, the entr'actes, and finally the overture, a chore Kay and associates sometimes...
...MUSICALS: George Gobel. making his Broadway debut, will wander innocently through a scrimmage of pimps, hoods and horseplayers in Let It Ride, a musical version of the 1935 George Abbott and John Cecil Holm farce, Three Men on a Horse (Oct. 6). Milk and Honey, set in Israel and involving American tourists, stars Yiddish Comedienne Molly Picon (Oct. 10). How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying may reveal some of the inner secrets of its director, Abe Burrows, riding a score by Guys and Dolls' Frank Loesser (Oct. 14). Man at the crossroads in Africa is the subject...
Strolling down 48th Street in Manhattan one afternoon last week, a visiting Frenchwoman felt a light tap on her arm. "Lady," said a frowzy, spiritless panhandler, "c'n ya lemmee have a quarter to buy my little boy some milk?" As the woman reached into her purse, the city's street sounds suddenly receded, and she heard the blare of a rock-'n'-roll tune. She glanced around, at length found the source of the music: the panhandler was carrying a small transistor radio. The Frenchwoman snapped shut her purse and marched...
...Near Milk Street in Boston, a fruit peddler keeps his little radio nestled among the purple plums, and startled passers-by always pause to stare at the singing fruit. Small boys on bicycles churn along the roads with radios topped with long whip antennas (they used to carry fishing rods). On a downtown Dallas street recently, pedestrians arched their brows at an open manhole from which floated the ball-game scores. Chinese listeners in San Francisco may soon-if the electronic wrinkles are ironed out-watch the video version of Gunsmoke while their radios blast out a Cantonese translation, courtesy...