Word: rhythms
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...still at it. At 53, his bald pate fringed with wispy grey hair, Jimmy looks like a well-fed friar. But he talks like a bobbysoxer. "In this business," says he, "you gotta stay contemporary. You gotta know what the kids are saying, and feel the rhythm they live by." To keep the rhythm, Jimmy still drops around to four or five Hollywood hotspots every night, waving cheery greetings to movie stars and bartenders. When bandleaders see him coming, they strike up his latest tunes. Jimmy, his own best pressagent, may sit down at the piano and play...
There is more to it than that. All the good ones, like good piano players, must also have rhythm. Says Arcaro: "You've got to make the horse think you're part of him. You sit right tight and dig your hands into his neck. And when he drives, you drive, and when he comes back you come back with him. That's the only secret I know about helping a horse, and it's no secret." He might have added that a great jockey, like any champion, must have guts...
Ignoring the infinitely various hues of nature, pre-Renaissance and Eastern artists used the clearest colors they could find, combining them in arbitrary and surprising harmonies. They elided, exaggerated, twisted, destroyed, repeated and transposed the contours of real objects in order to draw lines with an integrated life and rhythm of their own-staccato in Byzantine mosaics and stained glass, sinuous in Chinese brush drawings, Japanese prints, Persian miniatures and Turkish rugs...
...High Cost of Rhythm. He once described himself as a seaplane which needed the old masters as pontoons for his own takeoff; it would have been more correct to call the old masters one pontoon and non-European art the other. Like Delacroix, he had visited North Africa and returned with a lasting predilection for harem props and paraphernalia. Unlike the earlier Frenchman, he found an ancient way of seeing as well...
...that he doesn't know conventional harmony, rhythm and form: he earns his living teaching at the Boston Conservatory of Music, playing the organ in an Armenian church for services, and for weddings and funerals. Occasionally, to pick up a little change, he has harmonized popular songs. A shy, serious man, he lives with his 18-year-old wife Serafina in Boston's grubby Field Street, rough equivalent of Greenwich Village...