Word: rhythms
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...That's nice piece, very nice piece." To Hoagy himself, the orchestra sounded "Fine, fine, wonderful, very pretty." He thought "maybe a little lift here and there on the brass-that is my only suggestion." That was soon arranged. There was no featured instrument and no characteristic rhythm, but plenty of melody. Indianapolis audiences were mighty pleased with the whole thing...
...little Arab town of Bou Noura, they lay on a hotel bed fully clothed, getting drunk on a bottle of Scotch. A mosquito netting kept off the vicious flies, and as they talked, the star-studded African twilight fell and native drums kept up an insistent rhythm. Being wealthy and intense young New York intellectuals, Kit and Port Moresby glibly fell into lingo so appropriate that Noel Coward might have written it in a fit of melancholia...
Last September, Glickman came across the record in his files. Says Lange: "It sounded like something I had never heard before. I was floored. But I knew that right there we had a hot hit." With its fast clippity-clop rhythm (actually a good deal faster than a burro's), it sounded like a poor man's Riders in the Sky. And with the U.S. hungry for what the trade calls "oat" or "popcorn" songs, Lange was right about the hot hit. After Vaughn Monroe, Frankie Laine, Bing Crosby, et. al. had taken a ride on it, Mule...
...pastel turbans. One picture (by Denmark's Olav Mathiesen) of a shy nude and a knight was called Chaucer-Woman in Bath; Mexico's Victor Manzanilla-Schaffer, of U.N.'s narcotics division, contributed an abstraction which looked like a one-eyed blob of ectoplasm, called Ritmo (Rhythm). Asked a wag: "What's that? It looks like UNESCO...
...South further entangled itself in the guilts bred by the evil of slavery. To buttress his sense of superiority, the Southerner elevated the white woman to an impossible level of "purity" and then, to satisfy his instinctual needs, he turned to the Negroes with their "physical grace and rhythm and . . . psychosexual vigor." Each time that the Southerner "found the backyard temptation irresistible, his conscience split more deeply from his acts...