Word: rhythm
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Crosby's boys and the Dorsey Clambake Seven contained a few of the ingredients, but the last thirty years have done something to the main features that distinguished the old N.O.W. men. Compare some of those ancient fossilized discs by the Original Dixieland Jazz Band and the New Orleans Rhythm Kings with Crosby and Dorsey if you doubt it. The older numbers were almost always played in a hell-for-leather tempo with a lot of those pogo stick ragtime mannerisms. The trumpet was considerably more limited in function, the rhythm less obviously two-beat, and the trombone quite tuba...
During the war, Bandleader Marshall De Camp got sick & tired of losing drummers in his eight-piece band, Aces of Rhythm. So he hooked his drums to a quarter-horsepower electric motor. A rotating wheel swatted the cymbals; a clutch and gear shift changed the tempo from foxtrot to waltz. The boys in the band unanimously agreed that the mechanical Krupa "sounded like hell." But most of the dancers in the small Minnesota and South Dakota towns were willing to settle for a steady beat. Its strongest champion is the proprietor of the Lyon County (Minn.) dance pavilion, where...
...A.A.F. (he was a Stateside Flying Fortress pilot), Mike Straight has wished that the never-profitable New Republic had more to say, more people to say it to. Anxious to multiply its audience (now a record 41,000) to a quarter of a million, he decided to "break the rhythm" of the magazine...
...first the waves are low and confused but as they work their way out they pick up momentum and rhythm, become long, heaving swells of tremendous power. The waves which hit Hawaii were moving at approximately 400 miles an hour. Since the waves washed ashore at twelve-minute intervals, the crest-to-crest distance must have been about 80 miles...
...emotional bravura, of florid fiddling. Behind its clown's make-up there was nothing much of a face. Yet the makeup, at first glance, was by no means unstriking. For half the evening, indeed-while its melodrama seemed crouching to spring-He had a jittery tension, a rataplan rhythm, a glare of circus lights and blare of circus music, that were theatrically vivid. Then things got fuzzy and highflown, and the melodrama lost its edge, the atmosphere lost its eeriness. The minor characters became tiresome, and the main character turned operatic...