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...pads along, looking. The eyes again. Another cat. Snarl. Fangs. Battle. A fierce toss of bodies, fearsome screeches, victory. The black cat moves on. All the while, words are appearing above, below, beside the animal. And people's names. Directed by Edward Dmytryk. Titles designed by Saul Bass. Charles K. Feldman presents Walk on the Wild Side...
...Titles by Saul Bass" is the arresting line. Movie audiences used to resent, with the same resentment that is provoked by a TV commercial, the long parade of credits at the beginning of a film. Saul Bass has singlehandedly changed that. More than half of New York's film critics actually cited Bass's black stalking malkin as far and away the best thing in Walk on the Wild Side. It was. Suggesting the story's themes of harlotry, perversion and vengeance, it set a mood that the ensuing picture tried but failed to match...
Beethoven: Missa Solemnis (Eileen Farrell, soprano; Carol Smith, contralto; Richard Lewis, tenor; Kim Borg, bass; the New York Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein conducting; Columbia...
...hunches his tall, spare frame over the keyboard, as he did last week in Manhattan's Birdland, fixing his eyes on his belt buckle and stroking the keys with disembodied-looking fingers, he seems to be responding to promptings from far beyond the bandstand on which a bass and a drum plunk and sizzle quietly. The music itself often has a trancelike quality. A listener can find himself hypnotized by an Evans treatment of a familiar tune-My Man's Gone Now or My Foolish Heart-because it contains no qualifications or showy embellishments. It is, as nearly...
...reunion of McKenzie-Condon's Chicagoans-the band organized by Guitarist Eddie Condon and Kazooist Red McKenzie in the 1920s. Among those present: Condon, Saxophonist Bud Freeman, Bass Player Bob Haggart, Drummer Gene Krupa, Trumpeter Jimmy McPartland, Clarinetist Pee Wee Russell, Pianist Joe Sullivan, Trombonist Jack Teagarden. Their enthusiasm has withered little with the years. The album is a remarkable recreation of a style 40 years dead-a style that is reborn in Sullivan's honky-tonk piano and Russell's keening clarinet and, most delightfully, in Teagarden's lumpy but moving vocals in Logan Square...