Word: soundingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sweater. She was instructed to break both of Moss's collarbones to help narrow the width of his shoulders and perhaps free him. But before she could enter the shaft, the trapped man had died. "It was a horrid moment," said Flight Lieut. Carter. "There was no sound as I hung my head down the shaft, and I knew he was gone at last...
...85th birthday, salty, shaggy Poet Robert Frost huffed lamely at a birthday cake, tackled the inevitable press conference. "Someone said to me that New England's in decay," rasped Frost. "But I said the next President is going to be from Boston. That doesn't sound like decay." Who, he was asked, might that be? "Can't you figure that out? It's a Puritan named (John) Kennedy." Aha, but did Frost want the boyish Senator to win? "Anything from Boston is all right with...
...trio sings broadly swinging, word-for-note versions of arrangements by such famed big bands as Count Basic, Jimmy Lunceford, Duke Ellington. Jon Hendricks himself composes most of the lyrics, which are supposed to approximate-in sound and sense-the instrumental feel of the original band arrangement. Example: last week Singer Annie Ross, cast in the role of "brass," opened with the line "Dig Count Basie blow Joe's blues away," was seconded by the "reeds" (Hendricks, Arranger Dave Lambert) with the line "Blow Joe's blues away." After that the two sections sang together in a bouncing...
...enthusiastic avant-garde following. Béjart likes to work with concrete music because it approximates "the infinite variety of the body's natural movements," and there is a system in his mad creations. He explains: "Concrete music can express all emotions, but it must shun the obvious sound effects. For instance, the tape can carry the sound of glass breaking, but not if the dancer mimes glass breaking. On the other hand, if you show a woman whose heart is breaking, then the sound of breaking glass is perfect...
Sometimes there comes a point, even at the best-run cocktail party, when a drinker, momentarily alone in a corner, nervously jiggles the ice cubes in his glass and looks about with a glance that says unmistakably: "What am I doing here?" At that moment, the bright, articulate men sound empty and the chic, smiling women appear sad. This detached mood of mild horror is usually gone with the next drink, but Novelist McLaughlin has made it last the length of a very good short novel...