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...easy enough to pick out the ringers, the professionals, in the choir. In the instant before she sings, Carole FitzPatrick, the lead soprano, sits forward and seems to assemble herself into a musical instrument, spine straightening, chest swelling, head lifting and tilting back. When the volunteers mumble through the first reading, she growls, sotto voce, "Come on, girls, sing!" "I was singing," comes the lament. The volunteers regroup to one side of their leader, for strength in numbers. They start to open up and "honk it," as FitzPatrick indelicately urges on the third...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Connecticut: Blending Voices | 12/8/1986 | See Source »

When a single "Amen" requires the sopranos to sing 22 notes, he has the other sections pause to savor the glorious sound that their voices will support. And always he implores, "Listen to each other. Listen for the blend...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Connecticut: Blending Voices | 12/8/1986 | See Source »

...days before the Senate adjourned last month, Barry Goldwater sat in his office sorting memorabilia. The model of an Apache antitank helicopter was destined for the Arizona Air National Guard. A rare 1964 record album, The Goldwaters Sing Folk Songs to Bug the Liberals, was headed for his home in Scottsdale. The collection of colorful Hopi Indian kachina dolls was tagged for the Heard Museum in Phoenix. The mementos form a miniature gallery of the career of the crusty, often irascible and always independent Senator from Arizona: his dedication to U.S. military strength; his lonely conservatism, which prefigured the more...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Farewell to a Quartet of Kings of the Hill | 11/10/1986 | See Source »

...radiator, the t.v. downstairs. All day I sing to myself...

Author: By Jennifer L. Mnookin, | Title: Taking Refuge in Cambridge | 11/6/1986 | See Source »

There are no sets, and the production opens, a bit unpromisingly, on what seems to be a family gathering: 20 men and women standing in a semicircle on a bare stage. But, after the first number, one of the men begins to sing. Imagine a bagpipe full of gravel wailing into a nor'easter, and you have some idea of his doleful song and the others that punctuate the evening. "Ay! Ay! Let your bowels be torn from your body because you don't know how to love," goes one typical lyric...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Dance: Flamenco, Simple and Smashing | 11/3/1986 | See Source »

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