Word: singings
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...master of words. Ray Charles is a master of sounds. His records disclose an extraordinary assortment of slurs, glides, turns, shrieks, wails, breaks, shouts, screams and hollers, all wonderfully controlled, disciplined by inspired musicianship, and harnessed to ingenious subtleties of harmony, dynamics and rhythm... It is either the singing of a man whose vocabulary is inadequate to express what is in his heart and mind or of one whose feelings are too intense for satisfactory verbal or conventionally melodic articulation. He can?t tell it to you. He can?t even sing...
...ambition to go legit. The first hint of Darin?s staying power was "Dream Lover," a lovely potpourri of pop modes: the plinking rhythm of "Little Darlin?" (done pizzicato by violins here), the release from "This Little Girl of Mine" and a Don Costa-like mixed chorus, with women singing the heavenly-choir "ooo"s and men answering this siren call with a goofy but musically beguiling "wadda-wadda." Darin?s vocal is much more assured, as if he?d just learned not only how to sing, but why. He wrote a sweet song about pining, and it still sounds...
...drawn because they have heard, from other kids on the Asian travel circuit, that drugs in Laos are plentiful and cheap, and as long as you don't do anything too stupid, the cops leave you alone to get loaded in peace. Towns such as Vang Viang and Muang Sing, in the north, have developed expat communities of late teens and twentysomethings who come intending to stay a day or two but then find they are unable to leave. What keeps them in Vang Viang? For some, it is an idyllic landscape with jagged limestone karsts towering over the languorous...
...continue to sing "My Generation." Thirty-five years ago the song was an anthem of the counter-culture. But these days my generation is talkin' about 401K plans, how good those new BMW SUVs look, and early retirement...
...scene where Leo Bloom has just met Max Bialystock and Max asks him to join his world of show business. Leo is scared to death because Max has touched upon his dream, so he flees back to his accounting office. I wrote a simple, touching song for Leo to sing all by himself, I Wanna Be a Producer. Stro took the song and multiplied it by a million pink gels. She created a drab, soul-crushing accounting office where Leo secretly ruminates about his fantasy. The dream sequence was entirely her idea--beautiful chorus girls in golden costumes stepping...