Word: rhythmic
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...thing of Berg's available on records. And it affected most listeners as a piece of sheer gibberish, a composer's nightmare in which the various instruments were twisted and tortured mercilessly, time after time baffling the listener's desire to discover in it any intelligible contours, whether harmonic, rhythmic, or melodic. But the Violin Concerto subdues the usually frigid and austere atonal system, and makes it the medium for an instantly moving masterpiece, one that will stand as a monument to a great composer who died before his time...
...scenes, toylike Venetian canals, imaginary Oriental landscapes, houses like patchwork quilts. Last week Sutter Street's Raymond & Raymond Gallery was exhibiting some of Papa Hiler's paintings. The critics were pleasantly taken aback. Said the San Francisco Chronicle's Alfred Frankenstein: "He sets up quite regular rhythmic patterns and then answers them in a kind of sudden, surprising syncopation. It is the nearest visual approach to hot jazz...
...Edmond Hall does, for I've always maintained that Tesch, inspired as he may have been, was lacking in technique so that he failed to get beyond a rather inarticulate--though exciting--style of jazz. Hall, it would seen, has picked up where Tesch left off, combining Teschmaker's rhythmic, eager way of playing with a superior technique, and with what impresses me as being a far greater sensitivity to the melodic potentialities of his instrument. The result is that Hall plays the best hot music you can hear on clarinet these days. Every note is a rhythmic best, hard...
...antics of a 13-piece orchestra made audiences fidget and giggle. The band was going through all the motions: the swart, longish-haired leader led away; the brasses, the saxophones, the clarinets made a great show of fingering and blowing, but the only sound from the stage was a rhythmic swish-swish from the trap-drummer, a froggy slap-slap from the bull-fiddler, a soft plunk-plunk from the pianist. This, explained Leader Raymond Scott, was silent music...
...touch on the starter, the motor roared, then settled into a gentle rumble. The odor of warm oil, warm metal filled the crowded tank; then the steady, rhythmic, lulling scrunch of the gears. Behind the motorized infantry, the motorcyclists, the trim anti-tank guns, the 68th moved into line, went past The Old Man at 20 m.p.h. Sergeant Pullen drove like a virtuoso, keeping his tank dressed with the four others on his left, watching the field for holes or stumps which would give him and his men a bashing blow against the steel walls...