Word: sings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Behan sneers at all his characters. His IRA soldiers fight fiercely for an utterly ridiculous cause. The social workers sing a parody on "Danny Boy" entitled "No One Loves You But Yourself." When the soldier demands to know why he is to die, the caretaker can only cite English atrocities to Ireland during the reign of Queen Victoria...
...read in the New York Times this morning," President Kennedy told 7,000 listeners in the piney foothills of the Arkansas Ozarks last week, "that if Wilbur Mills requested it, I'd be glad to come down here and sing Down by the Old Mill Stream. I want to say I am delighted." Kennedy meant what he said. As chairman of the House Ways and Means Committee, Arkansas Democrat Mills has powered three of the President's principal pieces of legislation through the House: the tax and trade bills of 1962 and the tax-cut bill now before...
...brawling Christmas party. The wing commander (Dallas Cavell), a jowly autocrat who regards the conscripts as disgusting animals and wants to see them make a loutish display of themselves, calls for some rock-'n'-roll music. Pip stops the music and coaxes one of the conscripts to sing The Cutty Wren, an old folk song of peasant revolt. It begins with the stilly calm of a Christmas carol, but as the stanzas become more aggressive, the conscripts improvise a louder and louder beat of spoon on glass, stick on stick, fist on palm. The powerful rhythmic...
When she was growing up in New York, Cathy Berberian used to sing along with recordings of Lily Pons in The Bell Song and Basso Boris Chaliapin in The Song of the Flea-note for note, pitch for pitch. The vocal range she developed eventually settled into an astonishing reach of three octaves -minus one note-more than enough | to sing both Tristan and Isolde. But every sound she is capable of making is required by the freak music she now sings. At 35, Cathy Berberian is the first lady of far-out song...
...only as a sort of prose pulse, often interrupted for long, breathless silences. Harmony was so spare and skeletal that the few familiar chords struck were as pleasantly refreshing as rain on a barn roof. Melody's status slumped so badly that it became only an intermission joke-"Sing me that nice part of the thing we just heard." But most of all, precise composition yielded to aleatory music-the music of chance, in which performers are free to improvise with little control beyond their own musicality. In all the baffling proceedings, Berberian and Roman Flutist Severino Gazzelloni were...