Word: rhythm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Another factor in making music come to life is the use of the proper sized auditorium. In Paine Hall, Handel's Concerto Grosso Opus 6 no. 4 was not dwarfed accoustically as it might have been in Sanders Theater. Senturia drove his strings to the kind of relentless rhythm that can make Baroque music so exciting. While the accuracy of the violins was not quite 100 percent, the counterpoint was clear and the pacing excellent...
...what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived after all, without knowing." As a craftsman, Beckett tries to convey the chaotic by means of the incoherent, and fails. He possesses fierce intellectual honesty, and his prose has a bare, involuted rhythm that is almost hypnotic. Yet, in the end, his derelict's vision of humanity is that of the prideful or fearful castaway who reduces the meaning of all life to the cramped island of self...
...fine welcome: fireworks, a military escort and free watermelon at every corner. "It's true of islands everywhere," says Carlin. "Only on islands do they realize fully you've arrived by sea." But Okinawa almost made him eat his words. The Half Safe upset the gum-chewing rhythm of that Americanized base. "We were in the seamen's club before someone noticed I wasn't a jet pilot." Then a security officer accidentally found them. "Say, you guys just arrived? I don't want to act suspicious, but I got to ask you questions...
...Piano, which combines a parade-ground knowledge of the trumpet with a bouncing sense of fun, and his Piano Concerto, which opens with an inferno of featureless percussion and sizzling .strings, continues with a slow movement of steamy mystery, and winds up with a recurring Latin American dance rhythm. Eeriest moments come when a flute seems to swell and shrink like a small-scale fire siren...
...minutes ticked slowly by, the silence was broken only by the occasional stifled whimpering of the babies strapped on women's backs. On the half-hour there arose a roar: "Afrika Maribuya!" (Africa return to us!), and the women in their bright costumes began to sway to the rhythm of Nkosi Sikelele Afrika (God Bless Africa), the National Congress anthem. Their protest made, the women went away as quietly as they had come...