Word: tremoloed
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...most up-&-down performer. When she is good, she is very good; when she is bad, she is quite bad - and often she is both in the same evening. Her full-blown voice, rich and dark in the lower tones, sometimes climbs to an unsteady tremolo. As confused by her critics as they are by her, Milanov says : "You try to do your best to please the public, please critics, please everybody. Then you lose weight and they don't like you. What you do? You get bugs in the head." Milanov used to weigh over...
Ruth Posselt, in the Sonata opus 108, flung herself into the music (endangering the limbs of the 30 people sitting on the stage), turned the first movement conflict into one hell of a brawl, handied rhythmical complexities with fine spirit, and, despite an occasional aggravating tremolo and an E string that was always about to roll over and die, gave a satisfying and exciting performance of the piece...
Five months ago in similar circumstances Orson Welles did a bad imitation of the majestic Barrymore tremolo and snorts. This time Mack called for another Barrymore. From the 'M.G.M. lot came Brother Lionel in time for a quick run-through with the cast. As the show opened, Vallee announced: "Tonight . . . Lionel Barrymore is John Barrymore. Greetings, Lionel." Cadenced Brother Barrymore in reply: "Just call me John, Rudy...
...write down what he saw he developed a brilliant, surfacy prose, an ability to strike off a scene or a portrait in a dozen visual words whose cadence is a part of the mood; the power to evoke lyrically (with occasional lapses into tremolo) a moonlight night at Princeton, a summer dawn, reaches of land and water; a vest-pocket Proust's preoccupation with houses, furniture, streets. He had a masculine power to recreate the sensuous opulence of young women; a curiously feminine habit of seeing at a glance not only the color of people's hair...
Last week the sedate lights of Manhattan's Carnegie Hall shone on a well-polished bald head, which bobbed and weaved over the assorted pates of the New York Philharmonic-Symphony Orchestra. Now & then the glabrous dome would shake like a furiously boiling egg, starting a corporeal tremolo through the whole lean, ascetic body. Long arms and clenched fists flailed high & low. It was a sight to see. And from the Philharmonic this flailing and shaking drew the most satisfactory and exciting sounds since the days of Arturo Toscanini...