Sentence examples for runs of notes from inspiring English sources

When the singer came to the end of a phrase, he filled the theatre with sparkling runs of notes that became a signature for all bluegrass music since.

You also sense it in the astringent guitar harmonies, in the runs of notes that keep being tugged down by descending chords.

Whereas the busy bebop of the 1940s and 50s ricocheted with flying runs of notes and twitched with constantly changing chords, Kind of Blue was quiet, spacious and subtle, the improvisations built on note patterns or modes rather than song harmonies, so that the underlying chord-movement was peacefully minimal.

Among the members of the orchestra little glances are exchanged through joy at beautiful chord progressions that we are hearing for the first time, chuckles over runs of notes that happen so quickly that we can't get to them quite in time at first sight, and exasperation over the occasional missed accidental in the edition, or a missed key signature at a new line.

Page's guitar solo in "Heartbreaker" featuring rapid-fire runs of notes tapped only by the left hand, was a major inspiration to the later work of metal soloists and "shredders" such as Eddie Van Halen and Steve Vai.

After the first run of notes, the music gathered.

He did a run of notes in his sweet-toned, Heifetz-like style.

He seems to be caught between two kinds of songs even when he's playing alone; a brilliantly fast run of notes that sounds inverted or backward ends in a long ballad tone with a careful application of vibrato.

Sometimes, he would rock back and forth over a figure, repeating it until a new direction came to mind and he departed on an astonishingly fluid run of notes to end up somewhere else altogether.

It puts dazzling vocal and guitar patterns over a rhythm section that is like a perfect system: a locked drum groove, much of it played on high-hat cymbal and drum rims; soft bass lines that fall short or start late, or leave gaps in a run of notes; fingerpicked rhythm guitar notes like clear fizz.

Here was Mr. Garrett, playing alto with his rabbitlike speed and remarkable rhythmic articulation; here was Mr. Sanders playing a lush and cataclysmic form of free jazz, with high overtones seeping into low runs, bunches of notes smeared together into one: an effusive, thoroughly worked-out language of pure sound.