Word: tuned
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...welcome in Sweden as a cultural force-the Willem de Kooning of jazz. Coleman has been such a successful musical iconoclast that his music no longer sounds far "outside," although his alto sax still skips and dips in a blithe, wild way. Here, it occasionally turns into a little tune and then suddenly wrenches free again. His string bass player, David Izenzon, provides a wonderfully eerie foggy bottom in Dawn...
...Sinologists finished their testimony, Red China's leaders were making the whole subject seem slightly academic. Peking's official press voice, Jenmin Jih Pao, bluntly discarded a recent suggestion by President Johnson that the two countries exchange visits of newsmen, scientists and scholars. Under the headline OLD TUNE, NEW CONSPIRACY, the newspaper called the idea "a sheer daydream." It accused the U.S. of "feigning eagerness to improve Sino-U.S. relations to detract public attention from its deployments for aggression against China...
...Games. For variety, the housewife can tune in on As the World Turns, the doyenne of daily dramas, where the actors still say "You mean . . ." and "It can't be true!" and regularly face death, disease, violence, alcoholism, attempted suicide, amnesia, rape, malpractice and child-custody suits. The viewer can be forgiven if she becomes a victim of another deadly sin-pride-at having a family who, no matter what their vagaries, must seem to be the epitome of middle-class morality compared to the atrocity-ridden citizens of World, Search for Tomorrow, Love of Life, and Guiding Light...
...other melody, these songs are refreshingly free of the jingoistic slush of the homeside ditties. Among their number are the pornographic They Were Only Playing Leapfrog, the hauntingly bitter. D-Day Dodgers, and that comprehensive speculation on the genitalia of the German High Command which was sung to the tune of the Colonel Bogey March, Hitler Had Only...
...tricks, coming up with virtually every phoney-baloney recording studio technique of goosing one non-existent voice and twelve non-existent melody lines into a passable record. The resulting styles skip from Chinese to Calypso, by way of a plethora of hoked-up Folk Rock, and the one catchy tune, Bamiba, turns out to be an old Kingston Trio favorite, complete with only slightly altered lyrics. This theft, I must add, is in the best tradition of militant songsters the world over, and it is only to be regretted that Sadler and Bass confined their chicanery to the musical dregs...