Crossword clues for cellist
cellist
- String player
- Pablo Casals, e.g.
- Rostropovich, e.g.
- Musician in small room is close to vocalist
- Maybe Irishman gathering lily in bower
- String player left with composer, we hear, after church
- Small room with first musician
- In Paris, it’s wrapping bad back for player
- Orchestra member
- Yo-Yo Ma, e.g
- Pablo Casals, e.g
- Ma, for one
Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
1880, short for violoncellist on model of cello.
Wiktionary
n. one who plays the cello
WordNet
n. some who plays a violoncello
Usage examples of "cellist".
He wanders onwards and upwards in zig-zag fashion until he finds himself, at last, above the Festival tree-line and out of tambourine-rattling reach of the hordes of street harpists, flautists, violinists, cellists, banjo players, bongo drummers, mime artistes, puppeteers, body-paint workshops, Irish line dancers, hip-hop dancers and the familiar chorus of unicyclists, stilt-walkers, clowns and jugglers, all of them desperately performing to the hilt as if on the orders of some mad film director concocting an ambitious epic in which they will play the street people.
In any case, according to Louise, cellists generally have low sperm counts.
At the symphony, Louise watches the cellists and Louise watches Louise.
The cellists watch the conductor and every now and then they look past him, over at Louise.
The living room is full of cellos in black cases the cellists brought in, like sarcophaguses on little wheels.
Now the cellists sound as if they are underground, down in some underground lake, or in a cave.
When they take a break Louise feels tender, as if the cellists have been throwing things at her.
But the cellists pack up their cellos and they thank her and they drive away, leaving the dishes piled in the sink for Louise to wash.
The cellists on either side each take an arm and pull him back up again.
She and Anna leave before the other cellists can tell them how sorry they are, how much they will miss Louise.
The world was full of violinists and cellists looking for playing partners who could fill in the middle harmonies.
One of the Rasoumovsky quartets played in the background, rising eloquently above the drumbeats of the rain: as we soared high, Beethoven gave us a mystic noise, a second cellist unaccountably seeming to join the group, even an oboe at odd moments, a transcendental bassoon below the strings.
On the other was Cornfed, screaming animatedly at Thighs Growing, the cactacae cellist.
They are also confused about the nature of alternity and intrigued by nude female cellists.