Word: sweated
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Nebraska absorbs the country; we sweat over its cornhusking fields and gas up at a service station cum grocery store cum library. The attendant is corn-fed chunky and straw-haired and even voiced. He can only pump regular gas, and when a lady from Taos. New Mexico in an Aubrey Beardsley tee-shirt asks for High Test, he mumbles an incoherent reply. Eyes in the till. Billy Graham manuals--step by step guides to the appreciation of the middle life--coexist side by side on the book racks with Reinhold Niebuhr tomes on something or other profound. Fred buys...
...Slive, who has worked up a sweat this term trying to get his Fine Arts 13 students to take a look at art, launches into an explanation of his dual role as a teacher-museum director. "Our job is to teach the student to assess, judge, appraise and weigh works of art," he says. To this end, according to Slive, the Fogg is unique...
...sweetness that makes him melt at the sight of an appealing house pet. But that is how it should be for the newest, brightest star in an art that is itself a series of paradoxes. What other discipline demands of its practitioners that they train like athletes and sweat like stevedores in order to achieve romantic effects of the most ethereal nature? What other art places such emphasis on tradition, yet depends on such unreliable resources-the kinesthetic memories of its artists, the visual recollections of its devotees -to preserve that tradition? What other art has stressed so emphatically...
...drum choir of congas, bongos and timbales sets up a spiky beat punctuated by rattling maracas and a shower of cowbells. A pair of trumpets blasts off in the brass brigade. At the center of the excitement a small, bearded figure huddles over the piano, sweat pouring off his face. Eddie Palmieri attacks the keyboard with fingers, forearms and chin before a sellout crowd at Manhattan's Avery Fisher Hall...
...pixilated idyl: winters of bohemian sloth on Singer Island, Fla., sleepy summers at his mother's house in upstate New York, side trips to Europe and Nassau, and an endless supply of booze and accommodating young women. Still, he insists, "my life-style of lugging my own soiled sweat shirts and skivvies to the laundromat and lunching on cheeseburgers and draft beer had altered not a whit...