[permalink] [id link]
She sings like a demon, equally comfortable belting rock, jazz, or blues ... Rudinoff is not the kind of actress who ' disappears ' into the roles she plays.
Some Related Sentences
She and sings
* Glynis Johns personifies Desirée: She created the character on Broadway, and her interpretation highlights Desirée's regret and anger, for example, when she sings, " Isn't it rich?
But when it opened at the Palace Theatre in February 1968, Frank Marcus, reviewing for Plays and Players, commented that: " She sings well.
She sings in the first verse, " Maybe I should have called you first, but I was dying to get to you / I was dreaming while I drove the long, straight road ahead.
She has appeared on backing vocals on various albums such as Crowded House and Alex Lloyd's Watching Angels Mend She also features prominently on the new 7 Worlds Collide project, co-writing ( and sharing lead vocal ) the track ' Little By Little ' with her husband and sings on the track ' Isolation ' on the new Crowded House album, Intriguer.
She also sings Marc Collin's " Lalala " over the closing credits of 2 Days in Paris, for which she also wrote all of the original score.
She hinted that it could be a composite of several people, and for many people the most likely " suspects " have always been Beatty or Jagger, who sings backup vocals on this recording.
She bumps into The White Queen, who sings of the logic of " Jam tomorrow, jam yesterday, but never ever jam today " as a consequence of living backwards and ends up turning herself into a sheep.
She sings with symphonies as well ; she performed in concert at the Walt Disney Concert Hall with the Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles in November 2004.
She sings " Bless the Lord ," then Jesus tells them not to worry about tomorrow ; " Tomorrow will take care of itself.
In " Isle Thing ", " Weird Al " Yankovic's parody of the Tone Loc song " Wild Thing ", he sings, " Met this fine young thing / at the local Circle K / She made a date for half-past eight / So I said ' What the hey?
She tends to make up rules at her convenience, though, and when she sings her songs ( as terrible as her usual self ) they are also filled with strange contradictory lyrics.
She and like
She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.
She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.
She soared over the new pastor like an avenging angel lest he stray from the path and not know all the truth and gossip of which she was chief repository.
She held Jonathan's letter, his words burning like a brand, and knew suddenly that the bonds between them were severed.
She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.
She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.
She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.
She also banks into a turn like a fine runabout -- not digging in on the outside to throw passengers all over the boat like many a small cabin cruiser.
She didn't like her stepmother, but nothing is known to have occurred shortly before the crime that could have caused such a murderous rage.
She was a large woman with a frizzled gray poodle cut and a pencil clamped like a bit between her teeth while she hunted and pecked on an old typewriter.
She said, `` Well, those are the really interesting things, but if you don't like any of those I can turn over some of my extra typing jobs to you, if you think you can type well enough ''.
She sounded so exactly like Doaty that Henrietta obeyed her under the clear impression that she could either comply or stay home.
She looked out at the corn field, the great green deep acres of it rolled out like the sea in the field beyond the whitewashed fence bordering the grounds.