Word: concertedly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...that they hoped a public decision by Harvard to sell off its holding would embarass both the South African government and the companies and banks that do business with it. That end is defeated when the sale is made privately. It's like humming church music during a rock concert--good for the soul, perhaps, but nobody notices...
...also sure to continue his link with the R.S.C. His undiminished joy and interest in all theatrical enterprises, from the circus to a rock concert, travels easily. As Salieri, he addresses the Broadway audience directly, sometimes like a ringmaster, sometimes like a stand-up comic and sometimes, too, like a penitent. "It's not enough just to say I'm this character," McKellen insists. "The reality approach limits you." When an actor like Ian McKellen brings it back from a spin around the block, reality stands revealed for what it should be, a humble beginning...
Porter's "Let's Do It", however, does work as well as it did in concert, probably because the song lives (and dies) by its inventive lyrics, e.g. "Catherine Deneuve with her Chanel does it and the fragrance really lingers/Colonel Sanders with his chicken does it, and then, he licks his fingers." Musically, both the live and to a lesser extent, the studio versions of the songs suffer from fairly primitive mixings, and the sound is frequently muddy. The Kroks draw inspiration, not to mention an occasional arrangement, from Manhattan Transfer, but can't match the polish or studio values...
...clever choreography to their overall effect. The harsh scrutiny of vinyl embellishes imperfections in the Kroks's non-professional voices, flaws that go unnoticed in the excitement of a live performance. For example, the group's version of "Blue Moon," an elaborately arranged scat number that never fails in concert, seems lifeless and stale without the little drama that accompanies it on stage. Likewise, "The Masochism Tango," one of their weaker numbers live, comes across childish and definitely unfunny on the record. There are exceptions, particularly Grant Bue's gutsy baritone solo on "What's Your Name?," and the last...
...concert, noses tilted ever so slightly skyward, vowels stretched to aristocratic dimension, the Kroks still satiate the regulars. (They play Lowell House tonight at 8:15.) For others, repulsed either by the endless references to Bermuda, the heavy Porcellian-Krok alliance, or by a cappella singing in general, the Krok music and spirit remains anathema. Yet the Kroks should be seen, and their unique talent appreciated, if not savored. Watching those immaculate dandies preen, one can imagine, just for a moment, how the other half lives, sings--and sometimes--flourishes...