Word: muzakized
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Wifely Support. The result is a kind of middlebrow Muzak played by a pair of highly skilled technicians. In novelty numbers they reach into the vitals of their pianos to strum, pluck and pound on the strings. In addition, they keep strips of Masonite, cardboard wedges, and sandpaper stashed in their pianos,' apply them to the strings to conjure up weird effects resembling gongs, castanets, drums, xylophone and harpsichord. Ferrante and Teicher have been playing in unison ever since they were sixyear-old prodigies studying together at Manhattan's Juilliard School of Music After twelve years and repeated...
...oasis of expensive Stetson hats and tailored twill trousers, herds of sleek Herefords, Angora goats and blooded horses, a fleet of Lincolns and a landing strip with a gleaming private plane, meals of venison steak, homemade bread and pecan pies, a heated pool and Muzak piping in The Yellow...
...Music by Muzak was soft and low. Two Sleepy People and So Bears My Heart for You flowed over the operating room in Houston's Methodist Hospital. But the patient on the table, His Royal Highness Prince Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David, Duke of Windsor, was already going under the anesthetic. Baylor University's famed surgeon Dr. Michael E. DeBakey was scarcely listening as he performed an operation that only a few years ago would have seemed dangerous indeed. He slit open the 70-year-old duke's belly and cut down to the aorta...
...audience may justly snicker a bit when this climactic encounter is interrupted by a uniformed station attendant who sings: "Shall I fill it up, Madame? Super or standard?" The sound of Muzak lyricism in the score is for the most part standard. There are no songs as such, but the script, in rhyme translated by prosaic subtitles, weaves themes of love and despair into insistent patter music that accompanies every utterance from "Je suis enceinte, Maman" to "pass the sugar...
...stages, posters and pages, it flashes the larger-than-life-sized images of sex. From countless racks and shelves, it pushes the books which a few years ago were considered pornography. From myriad loudspeakers, it broadcasts the words and rhythms of pop-music erotica. And constantly, over the intellectual Muzak, comes the message that sex will save you and libido make you free...