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...also one of the fleshiest shows yet seen on the home screen. In fact Ellington's "allegorical tale of the origins of jazz" was a pretentious mishmash of primitive rhythms, pop tunes and sensuality. The sum of Drum was an interesting but meaningless collage, haphazard swatches of torrid rhythmic forms pasted on swirling globs of golds, indigos and vermilions. There were flashes of the Duke's fine musicianship. Ozzie Bailey sang Pomegranate with a seductiveness that might have tempted Persephone herself to try more of the fateful seeds, and there was ingenuity in the insolent whines of Johnny...
This is no album to be listened to all at once, or to be judged on first hearing. But after a while there emerges from Webern's works a kind of rhythmic logic all his own. There are the same echoes of a distorted reality that characterize Kafka -the sound of church bells (or is it thunder?), snatches of bugles and drums (but what living army ever marched to such a beat?), or a sudden hop and skip, as of a fragmented polka (but no belle ever danced to such measures...
...Concerto for Piano and Orchestra, in 1952). ¶ Veli Mukhatov, 40, praised by Khachaturian for his oratorios. ¶ Akhmed Gadzhiev, 39, noted for a 1952 symphonic poem, Peace. Other young Russian composers, better known outside the Soviet Union: ¶ Karen Khachaturian, 36. Aram's nephew, whose eclectic, highly rhythmic Violin Sonata in G Minor has been recorded by Russian Virtuoso David Oistrakh. ¶ Andrei Volkonsky, 23, whose works hint at Hindemith; he migrated from France to Russia a few years ago, caused a stir in Moscow last year with a Piano Quintet...
...minute work was strident, percussion-packed (including chromatic timpani, gavel, tubular bells, xylophone, glockenspiel and gong), full of rhythmic and harmonic shocks. It all came pouring from his inner self, says Diamond, in a kind of continuous stream of consciousness. Now he would like to return to his home in Florence, Italy to pursue his meandering musical consciousness as time and money permit. This winter, however, his fortunes were so low that he was forced to take a job fiddling in the pit orchestra of Leonard Bernstein's Candide...
...fashioned enough to think that the human voice should not be asked to do everything an instrument can do. I find this disjunct kind of vocal writing, in which there are only angles instead of lines, highly ungrateful. The chief interest in these songs for me lies in rhythmic precision; and this in turn is best achieved by instruments, not the voice. The first and third songs seemed wholly unrewarding. I will admit that the second song has considerable merit; but even here the merit accrues not by means of the medium but in spite of it. I should like...