Word: note
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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ANDREW HILL, COMPULSION (Blue Note). Haitian-born Pianist Hill is magnificently obsessed with the complex rhythms and bold colors of African music. Aided by Nedi Quamar's African thumb piano (a handmade wooden box holding long metal prongs that are plucked), Renaud Simmons' conga and Joe Chamber's drums, he conjures up a thundering, lashing storm with sweeps across the keyboard -and then lets it fade into the silver pinging of random raindrops. Freddie Hubbard's trumpet has a cry for every change of mood...
...Hotspur," reads one note, "said we should have had the battle, but for those cursed stars. Hotspur said he was indignant to be killed by such a person as Prince Henry, who was so much his inferior." Still more cryptic is what Blake called in his sketchbook a "Spiritual Communication." Possibly Blake intended it to be a recording of a conversation he had with the ghost of a flea (he sketched several of these: they look rather like Jiminy Cricket). The "communication" reads: "Can you think I can endure to be considered as a vapour arising from your food...
...scene after scene, the film accurately portrays the major sequences of the crime: the initial holdup at London airport to bankroll the big caper; the carefully planned mail call in which not a pound note was overlooked, and the only injury was suffered by a locomotive engineer who proved unexpectedly belligerent; the foolish, post-heist swaggering of the thieves; the burial of the loot in such out-of-the-way places as a church graveyard; Scotland Yard's massive descent upon the scent. At film's end, a voice ominously booms the warning that some of the robbers...
...earnestness about his game. And in May We Borrow Your Husband?, he is still the consummate pro: his picture swing is smooth, his stroke is completely unmannered yet perfectly controlled, his style is at once artful and impeccable. Yet beneath all the skill lurks an unprofessional but engaging note of bittersweet poignancy...
Georgy Girl. Author Greene, 62, sounds that note in the title story: "At the end of what is called the 'sexual life,' the only love which has lasted is the love that has accepted everything, every disappointment, every failure and every betrayal, which has accepted even the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship...