These songs are big and extreme enough to feel apropos, somehow, to both the religious origins of Christmas Day and to the way we celebrate it now: a preposterous, overtly commercial bacchanal that is nonetheless seeped in joy.
This Lanson spot was one of the first of this style, and made a glass of bubbly feel apropos if not sensible, on a Tuesday 3.30 in the afternoon on Brighton beach.
Another new song, "Beautiful War," with a line in the chorus about "something worth fighting for," felt apropos by happenstance.
That one of his songs—"Baroque Hoedown," from "Kaleidoscopic Vibrations: Electronic Pop Music from Way Out," a collaborative album Perrey made with Gershon Kingsley, in 1967 was eventually used as part of the soundtrack to Disney's "The Main Street Electrical Parade" (a nighttime cavalcade of floats covered in thousands of lights, which débuted at Disneyland in 1972) feels apropos.
That one of his songs — "Baroque Hoedown," from "Kaleidoscopic Vibrations: Electronic Pop Music from Way Out," a collaborative album Perrey made with Gershon Kingsley, in 1967 — was eventually used as part of the soundtrack to Disney's "The Main Street Electrical Parade" (a nighttime cavalcade of floats covered in thousands of lights, which débuted at Disneyland in 1972) feels apropos.
It felt apropos to the mission of the new record, which she played almost in its entirety.
Mad Men has never been the most plot-intensive show, and the fact that so many people drifted in and out of it felt apropos of the hazy 60s.
But it certainly felt apropos during Monday's episode of "The Bachelorette," when contestants Lincoln and Connor threw down over, of all things, a framed photo of Becca and Lincoln pretending to get married.
When Brutus, in contemplating the assassination of Caesar, says that "the abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins / Remorse from power," the lines feel shockingly apropos.
Now they give me compassionate pause in what I feel obliged to say apropos of current proposals that aim to resolve the foundation's chronic financial and administrative woes by moving the collection to a new home downtown: Altering so much as a molecule of one of the greatest art installations I have ever seen would be an aesthetic crime.
I'm not sure I have an answer to the question, posed by a family-friendly voice (not Campbell's) apropos "Autumn Rhythm," "How would it feel to live in this painting?" But I quite admire its zaniness, a treat amid all the droning treatments.
