Word: solo
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...foul trouble and an inability to get the offense moving smoothly again plagued the women Saturday afternoon. Kleinfelder's free-wheeling, motion offense has not yet found a successful pattern of movement, and much of the women's scoring came on solo efforts...
...Goods" revives the sad small-time hoods of "Lido Shuffle," still looking for that one last job to put them on Easy Street. This time, the tune is much more funky, a roaring big-band epic that pulls out all the stops. Steve Lukather kicks in a gine guitar solo here, and its passion points up the relative sterility of all the hoopla framing it. (Jay Graydon, lately of "Doonesbury" fame, has the same effect on "Then She Walked Away"--his ringing, simple guitar makes the rest of the elaborate orchestration sound a bit silly...
Lindbergh readily agreed with MacCracken that he had to parachute from planes no fewer than four times in his barnstorming and mail-piloting days before his solo flight to Paris in 1927. But he explained to MacCracken that he had been flying Army salvage aircraft with "rotting longerons, rusting wires and fittings, badly torn fabric, etc." Once, he wrote, "my rusted rudderbar post broke while I was instructing a student during a low-altitude turn in an OX5 Standard." Another time, "my wooden propeller threw its sheet-metal tipping on a southbound mail flight from Chicago." Again, "my DH throttle...
...Field, the film's love interest and an actress of considerable skill. In Heroes she plays a young woman who is also on the road to find herself, but the character is so clumsily defined that she is a blur upon the screen. Harrison Ford, the witty Han Solo of Star Wars, fares no better-but such is Kagan's touch that Heroes could probably reduce Robert Redford to the stature of Troy Donahue...
...kind of fast, urgent and purely visceral rock where the cleverness of the lyric is no more than a pleasant but totally superfluous surprise. Costello proves here that his singing is equal to the trickiest tempo and the rawest lyrics; his guitar playing is a wonder, a crashing solo in the best '50s tradition. "I'm Not Angry" gives further evidence of his instrumental strength; here too the guitar work is excellent, searing and fluid in a more contemporary style. It's a truly creepy song--the chorus is a very insistent and angry-sounding repetition of the words...