Word: tuned
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...that happened on the way to the forum. New shows (the flop Anna Karenina, Patti LuPone in the not-even-yet-produced Sunset Boulevard) are raked over the coals; old chestnuts (a frenzied Les Miz, a nontraditional Miss Saigon) are freshly roasted. The song titles alone delight (to the tune of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, a mock Mandy Patinkin sings Somewhat Overindulgent; the stars of the Gershwins' Crazy for You croon Replaceable You); the four protean performers are the tops...
...noise, as there is for daily lives. There is a place for roaring, for the shouting exultation of a baseball game, for hymns and spoken prayers, for orchestras and cries of pleasure. Silence, like all the best things, is best appreciated in its absence: if noise is the signature tune of the world, silence is the music of the other world, the closest thing we know to the harmony of the spheres. But the greatest charm of noise is when it ceases. In silence, suddenly, it seems as if all the windows of the world are thrown open and everything...
...direct hit to the heart. Colvin has already shown us how much she knows, so the naked sentiment of I Don't Know Why startles: "I don't know why/ The sky is so blue/ And I don't know why/ I'm so in love with you." The tune's long notes suggest a cathedral dirge, but in the purity of Colvin's voice you'll hear an affirmation of hope against reason, a declaration of faith in the unknown. It is the boldness of a heart that has lived in dark places and is tougher for the journey...
...that single parenthood, for all the heroism it summons from women, is the surest path to childhood poverty. They want to rebuild "family values" -- but they refuse to see the rebuilding as an act of religious war. And when they hear their concerns transmuted into appeals to intolerance, they tune...
There have been three jazz trumpet players who could be called, with no second thought, great: Louis Armstrong, Dizzy and Miles Davis. Satch played a sweet, raucous sound that kept its roots strong in the gumbo of hometown New Orleans. Dizzy knew how to nurse a tune too, but his armor-piercing solos tore those roots right up and replanted them farther north, in the new welter of urban angst. But his music, always intrepid, remained fleet. It was spontaneous reinvention in rhythm, a kind of fun that tweaked the far edges but never crossed them...