Word: sound
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Gravel, gravel on the ground, Lying there so safe and sound, Why is it you look so dead? Is it because you have no head...
Schnabel's playing was never note-perfect, but his performances on these disks have something so compelling that mere perfection would seem paltry by comparison. The recorded sound transferred from the old disks varies from good to barely acceptable by modern standards, despite the labors of Victor engineers. The package sells for a luxurious $80, a price that does not preclude some annoying corner-cutting: the sonatas are crammed together, one starting wherever the previous one leaves off, as if the listener were going to stack the entire 32 sonatas on his changer and run them through chronologically...
...French scientists were standing near the dry-mud river bed when they heard the sound of the water. Looking up, they watched a shallow yellow wave ripple across the valley floor, driving before it a bevy of small animals, insects and snakes. Overhead the pelicans circled by the hundreds, diving occasionally to scoop up a flopping fish. Scientists M. Lefevre and A. Bouchardeau hurried back to their base camp to report that for the first time since 1873 the waters were running in the Bahr el Ghazal, outlet of Central Africa's fabled Lake Chad...
...wham! The midsection of the body jolts forward to bump and grind and beat out a low-down rhythm that takes its pace from boogie and hillbilly, rock 'n' roll and something known only to Elvis and his pelvis. As the belly dance gets wilder, a peculiar sound emerges. A rusty foghorn? A voice? Or merely a noise produced, like the voice of a cricket, by the violent stridulation of the legs? Words occasionally can be made out, like raisins in cornmeal mush. "Goan . . . git . . . luhhv . . ." And then all at once everything stops, and a big, trembly tender...
...Korea one evening in April 1953, the light breeze brought from the enemy ridge line the faint sound of men chanting in strange and mournful chorus. Outposted on Pork Chop Hill, the handful of Americans and South Koreans listened, then finished their chow of steak and ice cream, and listened again. "What does it mean?" asked Pork Chop's commander, Lieut. Thomas V. Harrold (Easy Company, 31st Infantry). "They're prayer-singing," the interpreter said. "They're getting ready to die." Harrold felt uneasy. "Maybe we ought to be singing...