This cramped, curling motto generates a mournful, droning fugal subject, or a pained exclamation, or a ghastly waltz tune: a danse macabre without any irony.
Archive samples evoke the wonder and majesty of mankind's most giant leap, and they're complemented by finely judged soundscapes, from the mournful, static-soaked drone of Fire in the Cockpit (detailing the tragedy of Apollo 1) to the pulsing euphoria of Go! (the successful July 1969 moon landing).
Every playing style is thrown boldly into the mix thereafter: gorgeous, long drones on the beautifully mournful Lost and Found, technically blazing passages at speed in The Pirate Set, strings as the textures of cresting waves in the beautiful Whitecaps.
Mr. Penderecki's woody bagatelle, in its first United States performance, began with mournful arco bass over a buzzing violin drone; roles quickly reversed, Ms. Mutter playing solemn lines atop Mr. Patkolo's sonorous ground.
He gathered a group of local musicians, whom he called the Black Monks of Mississippi, and they played droning music while he sang mournful cadences that evoked slave spirituals and Zen chants.
"He was going to bring value back to them". He gathered a group of local musicians, whom he called the Black Monks of Mississippi, and they played droning music while he sang mournful cadences that evoked slave spirituals and Zen chants.
Focusing on new material like the spicy Spanish-flavored Latin genetics helped deflate any nostalgic expectations, even if the biggest audience response was reserved for "Lonely Woman," an early classic with mournful horns rising over Haden's melancholy-based drone.
The blast leveled into a drone, and Mr. Rudd, cheeks still puffing, added a mournful overlay with a slide guitar balanced on his lap.
In addition, the original Desertshore album is so sparse it allows a lot of room for interpretation: its spaces are filled here by clanking rhythm tracks, droning synthesisers, bursts of fearsome guitar noise and mournful, foghorn-like blasts of brass.
In their newest video, they brilliantly remix Joe Biden, Rand Paul, John McCain and Megyn Kelly to create a mournful ballad about how we need to watch out for drones, the NSA, shotguns and left-wing media outlets.
