Word: organisms
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...spite of a few unconvincing utterances from the trumpets, the Gabrielli was most satisfactory. While here and in the Sarti one might have hoped for a slightly less room-fulling sound from the organ, the ecclesiastical air of the music was quite effective. Soloists for the In Ecclesiis were Sally Thomas, Soprano; Pamela Gore, alto; Carl Schmidt, tenor; and James Jonse, baritone. The Sarti Fugue, a double fugue of a relatively primitive sort, demonstrated the ability of the singers to make a somewhat intricats, overworked piece into a worthwhile listening experience...
...City's Central Park. The programs run from Memorial Day to mid-September, have so far drawn 400,000 people-including a record 80,000 at a single New York Philharmonic performance-who have heard jazz, band music, folk-rock, opera, orchestral music, and even a Dutch street organ huffing Strauss waltzes. None of this activity absolutely guarantees that the park will be forever immune to the fever of fear and violence that it has felt in other summers, but City Parks Commissioner Thomas Hoving, with support from foundations, business firms and the municipal treasury, has taken...
Michael Tschudin wrote the un-Alban-Bergian but thoroughly appropriate score. He played it on piano and organ, accompanied by a beautiful blonde flute player from Juilliard reputed to be his girlfriend...
...circulation of 1,000. Its editor is Harvey Ovshinsky, 18, who put in a brief stint at the Los Angeles Free Press after graduating from high school, came back to Detroit to set up his own paper because "the liberals, the hippies and the anarchists have no organ. We print the other side." Ovshinsky is planning a long career in journalism. "I intend to be publishing this paper," he says, "when...
...accident itself is described in forceful, fearsome terms. "I heard a voice through a great cloud of agony and sickness," writes Welch. "The voice was asking questions. It seemed to be opening and closing like a concertina. The words were loud, as the swelling notes of an organ, then they melted to the tiniest wiry tinkle of water in a glass. I knew that I was lying on my back on the grass. I could feel the shiny blades on my neck. Bright little points glittered all down the front of the liquid man kneeling beside me. I knew...