Word: instrumentation
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...most of British history, Englishmen have been able to take zither music-or leave it to the Tyrolese. Last week, nonetheless, the humble, lap-sized stringed instrument was the musical rage of London. Recording sales were rivaling such alltime British favorites as Gracie Fields and Vera Lynn...
...hard-to-please Critic William Whitebait in the New Statesman and Nation: "What sort of music it is, whether jaunty or sad, fierce or provoking, it would be hard to reckon; but under its enthrallment, the camera comes into play . . . The unseen zither-player ... is made to employ his instrument much as the Homeric bard did his lyre." Said Alan Dent in the Illustrated London News: "The real hero I should call the unseen zither-player...
...London, Connecticut is the best bet to get the mill in the end. Ample acreage, good port facilities and railroads, an excellent fresh water supply in the Thames River, plus a proximity to the firearms and precision instrument factories in southern New England, all make New London the most logical site. New London would like the will, furthermore, because the city has felt serious unemployment with the closing down of so many Coast Guard activities; like all the other cities, New London would be glad to see the 20,000 to 30,000 jobs that the mill would make whether...
...precision. Beethoven's Seventh Symphony, which received the greatest applause, probably showed these differences most clearly. The first movement was played at a tempo as lively as has been heard in a long time. Yet the staccato notes of the entire string section came out as clearly as one instrument. The second movement, a funeral piece in contrast, was played with all the quiet dignity and feeling that could be expected by even the most demanding...
...inspiration from yesterday's commonplaces ("The [Fijian] chief who received me was a nephew of the last king and . . . was dressed in a pair of short white pants"). Moreover, though he may be forgiven for crooning in the days of his youth, "My soul seemed a stringed instrument upon which the Gods were playing a melody of despair," it is wearying, 40 years later, to hear the same theme strummed on the same wet banjo: "The moan of the wind in the [South Carolina] pine trees was like the distant singing of the colored people, singing their sad song...