I suppose the fascination lies in this incongruous meeting-point between band and backing singers, in the distance that often exists between a song and the voices that make it three-dimensional, that give it flavour and depth and a kind of blood-red, breath-filled vitality.
By Adam Gopnik Every parent knows the moment when a small child hits his forehead on a doorknob, or bumps her chin on the coffee table, and then the long seconds of red-faced anticipation, breath drawn, while everyone waits for the explosion of tears.
Still waiting for the release of the shelved remake, by the way, with Red-baited breath).
I see white men, gin and tonics on their breath, red meat on their plates, beneath the jacarandas of Johannesburg, sneering at the impossibility of desiring a black woman.
Lucie Mongrain, as the dogged stamping faun with one padded thigh, was the counterpart to Elise Vanderborght's space-age unicorn in "S.T.A.B. (Space, Time and Beyond)." Body painted red and every breath heard on a body mike, the unicorn was liberated when she removed a huge antenna from her head to reveal her blond hair.
Is it because I was out of breath, red in the face, and making a beeline to the water fountain?
As a spokesperson for the Met Police outlined, "the devices consist of a cylindrical tube, on which an external switch lights up with the colour red if the breath of an individual who has blown into it is found to contain 80 mg or more of alcohol (around 2.5 the legal limit for driving)." In other words, you could drink around four regular strength pints and be denied entry.
The finishing line is like a scene from the Olympics – the red faces, deep breaths and heaving chests testament to how hard the run was.
But if we are going to hold our breath, turn red in the face and threaten, then that is the way it will be.
In this fantasy city even the local low-rollers are dreamers, pushing their wages on to red and holding their breath.
