Word: sopranos
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This is not to say that the performance was perfect. Indeed, Coffin's tone on the tenor sax was considerably less controlled than that of his soprano sax. And certainly the Flecktones' lyrical pieces were less convincing than their instrumental numbers. The 1999 Grammy-nominated "Big Country," for example, proved that instrumentation is where the strength of the Flecktones lies...
...choose a voice that is not only able toinduce extreme amounts of pathos, but alsoindividualistic enough to specify the story into abelievable context. That is to say, a voice thatis unique enough in sound to invoke sympathy fromthe audience while also lying somewhere between alyric and a forced soprano in tone...
...count on the fact that men will get whacked, women will wear unflattering housecoats and someone at some point will say "prosciutt'." What we don't expect is to follow a wiseguy's path through psychotherapy. Debuting on Jan. 10, this wryly conceived weekly drama focuses on Anthony Soprano (James Gandolfini), a suburban dad and Mafioso whose general malaise and thorny mommy issues send him to the couch. While refraining from slapping the comedy on too thick, creator David Chase has made Soprano's inward search surprisingly affecting. Soprano may not have Ally McBeal's legs, but his introspection...
Blake Edwards' plot is standard gender bender fare: Victoria Grant, an Alabama soprano penniless in 1930s Paris, is persuaded by the gay Toddy (Jamie Ross) to pretend that she is really a man playing a woman. Who better, after all, to play a woman than a real woman? Victoria thus becomes 'Count Victor Grazinsky, Europe's greatest female impersonator and soon finds herself the reception of much acclaim. However, as she achieves success, she finds herself falling for King Marchan (Dennis Cole), a Chicago businessman/gangster, who in turn is anguished by his attraction to this 'man.' In this happy world...
...morning around Washington, striding out at his old soldier's pace while newsmen scrambled to keep up. He was a natty dresser, ate sparingly and never got overweight, loved a hand of poker and a good joke. He doted on his wife Bess and daughter Margaret, an aspiring concert soprano. His pleasures and his wants were simple. When his presidency was finished and he arrived back in Independence, Mo., reporters asked him on his first day home what he intended to do. "Carry the grips up to the attic:" he replied...