Word: soundingly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...torn to pieces, and the pieces thrown for hundreds of yards. A brick wall is not merely knocked down. It is shattered into a hail of projectiles which may kill people at a great distance. At a still greater distance the blast is translated into a wave of sound, but a sound like that of the last trumpet which literally flattens out everything in front of it. ... It is the last sound that many people ever hear, even if they are not killed, because their eardrums are burst in and they are deafened for life. It occasionally kills people outright...
Moussorgsky wrote an innocent little set of piano pieces called Pictures at an Exhibition, other musicians have been busy dressing it up in fancy and irrelevant orchestrations. Most famous of these is the late Maurice Ravel's, to which Orchestrator Lucien Cailliet's adds little. Performance and sound-reproduction are excellent...
Beethoven: Abscheulicher, Wo Eilst Du Hin? from Fidelio (Philadelphia Orchestra, Eugene Ormandy conducting, with Kirsten Flagstad; Victor). A masterpiece of sound-reproduction. But Wagnerian Soprano Flagstad's Beethoven is less extraordinary than her Wagner...
Hellzapoppln (produced by Olsen & Johnson) is a cross between a fire in a lunatic asylum and the third clay at Gettysburg. Billed as a "screamlined revue," it roars into action with bullets, bombs and sounds of heavy artillery backstage. Radios blare, sound films boom, gorillas growl, vendors hawk tickets for rival shows, people race across the stage, plunge down the aisles, dive among the audience, ride horseback in boxes...
...program in Manhattan night of last week's hurricane was globe-circling Sailor Dwight Long (TIME, Sept. 19). Few minutes before his turn at the microphone came he learned that his 32-foot ketch Idle Hour had slipped her mooring and was being whipped out into Long Island Sound. Dwight Long did his radio stint, then ventured to the WJZ audience an anxious SOS: ". . . All I own in the world is aboard the Idle Hour. . . ." Next day they found her, mistress of 35,000 miles of angry oceans, a splintery pile on Long Island's rocks...