Word: soloed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Heather Watts, 24. Corps de ballet, New York City Ballet. Watts is a lithe wire of a woman who radiates both sensuality and wit onstage. She has approached her career rather casually; Balanchine persuaded her to quit smoking by restructuring a solo just for her. She lives now with Peter Martins, who created his first ballet, Calcium Light Night, for her. A lady with magnetism...
...Brewers scored a pair of runs in each of the first two innings off Sox starter Mike Torrez, whose record dropped to 2-1. Cooper boomed a solo shot in the first, and Jim Gantner added an RBI single, while Moore launched his two-run job in the second...
Beginning with Reed's tenure in the Velvet Underground more than a decade ago, he has been fashioning some of the strongest music you can hear anywhere. Going solo, he anticipated and helped launch both the underground and glitter rock extravagances of the early '70s; his finely focused rage, his risk-it-all personal reflections, have given the punk rockers strong inspiration. Reed's recent Arista album, Street Hassle, is one of his very best, bitterest and most adventurous records, prime rock unconditionally guaranteed to give you the night sweats...
...beloved, Ellen Burkhardt is a wonderfully pert ingenue, an island of sanity at sea. Kevin Usher as the gangster Moonface gives a performance that Bert Lahr would have loved, full of snarls that melt into whimpers, and with a deadpan that borders on hysteria. During his amusing solo, "Be Like the Bluebird," his playful vocal tricks give way to a voice as soaring as any in the cast. Phoebe Green's moll Bonnie, suggests the roll of the ocean all by herself, like a slightly underfilled waterbed: push on the thrust-out derriere and the chest doubles in size. This...
...subtler was Gail Casson's disquieting solo, "Marooned." A crumpled piece of cloth served in turn as the dancer's nursed and dandled baby, as an alien object enkindling fear, as the skirt in which she danced with measured delicacy or frenzied abandon, and finally as a pair of wings launching her into solipsistic flight. Through an accumulation of flawlessly-timed, needle-sharp details, Casson awakened issues of astonishing complexity: identity and mask, fantasy and madness, reality and imagination, or--as when she held the bunched skirt to her breast, moving her own mouth in the fishlike gulps...