Word: preens
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...VIRTUOSO FLUTE (Antonio Janigro conducting I Solisti di Zagreb; Vanguard). Cleveland-born Julius Baker plays the Telemann Suite in A Minor for Flute and Strings in sensitive partnership with the chamber ensemble of soloists from Zagreb. Telemann gives the flute seven chances to preen and prance beside the violins, in an Italian air, some minuets, a polonaise...
Treiman's enthusiasm has been shared by others. She has garnered 18 awards and four fellowships, including a 1963 Ford Foundation grant. She has become engrossed in sculpture as well, turns out tiny bronzes that prance, preen and posture with all the assurance of statuary weighing tons. By combining her small bronzes with her oils, she hopes to make a synthesis between the daydream illusion of oils and the rocky reality of sculpture. Like her oils, her metal figurines capture strikingly the singular event, the particular human being. "These for me," says Joyce Treiman, "are a summing...
...happens to be a form of boudoir bingo that has already alienated the wife's best friend and driven the husband's auto-racing teammate to suicide. This time out, they notice a lissome young schoolteacher. The wife befriends the girl, brings her home, immediately begins to preen her as a morsel to renew hubby's flagging appetite for l'amour...
...range of the virtuosos he accompanies. His touch is perhaps the most melodic in jazz, and in improvisation a beguilingly simple rhythmic sense keeps his left hand engaged with the housework while his right hand goes downtown. In recording studios, where he is fondly known as "Father Flanagan," engineers preen on his performances because his easy handling of the piano avoids the percussive exaggerations that mar most jazz piano recordings...
...brutal hooks and the butchers inspect her expertly, as though she were a carcass too. She flutters to her manager (Dominique Davray), a hard-faced businesswoman who comforts her meticulously but unemotionally, as though smoothing a 500-franc note. She flies back to her gilded cage in time to preen and twitter for the man who keeps her for the same reasons he keeps a second car: convenience and ostentation. Her songwriters arrive, and the canary mechanically warbles a few love songs she has sung a hundred times before without a pulse of feeling; but suddenly now they crush...