Word: staccatos
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...romp together uproariously. Knorke would race around the room, dive under Rosemarie's bed, scramble out the other side and leap into her arms. She found he was terribly ticklish over nearly all his body; even a slight tickling drove him into paroxysms of gorilla laughter, a rapid, staccato inhaling...
Some of the topics covered by McLellan were: the "blues," that aped the human voice; the rococo-like ragtime; the tension-relaxation principle of "swing," wonderfully illustrated by a piece called "Nobody Will Room With Me"; the small "spasm" or "skifflle" bands of home-made instruments; the staccato phrasing and polish of Bix Beiderbecke; Paul Whiteman, who "tried to make a lady out of jazz and wound up with a eunuch"; the wider tone colors and neo-jungle rhythms of Duke Ellington; the two-beat music of Jimmy Lunsford; Benny Goodman and the importance of his Fletcher Henderson arrangements...
...much more "right" in every respect is the staccato rhythm of Klee's ironically entitled Anchored, or the intensely Spanish tautness of Gris' Self Portrait...
...green swallow-tailed coats, crimson velvet caps and propeller-sized bow ties. As the townspeople press money and the favors of their womenfolk on the "inspector"-in the end, of course, he turns out to be merely an amiable, drink-swilling traveler -Composer Egk accompanies them with a staccato, dissonant score pricked by brisk and frequently shifting rhythms. Old-fashioned opera buffs will be startled by the spare arias, which are stripped to a few essential Greek-chorus phrases (in his first aria, the prefect sings over and over again: "Clean shirts, clean nightcaps, Latin mottoes over the beds...
...were flashes of the Duke's fine musicianship. Ozzie Bailey sang Pomegranate with a seductiveness that might have tempted Persephone herself to try more of the fateful seeds, and there was ingenuity in the insolent whines of Johnny Hodges' sax on Ballad of the Flying Saucers, the staccato bleats of Trumpeter Ray Nance on Hey, Buddy Bolden...