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...Gladwell tells us that Revere was a first-rate agent of contamination. On good historical evidence he was a classic networker, one of those barroom backslappers who belonged to half the organizations in colonial Boston. Not Dawes. On the night of his ride, Revere would have known just which anti-Royalists to alert along the road. Dawes, who may never have clanked a tankard with anybody, would have been clueless...
Waits' first release on indie Epitaph Records is also his first new album in six years. Like his literary cousins Jack Kerouac and Charles Bukowski, he returns to the same down-and-outs and restless souls, this time with more rumble, kick and bluesy musings than barroom rasped ramblings. Hobo yowler "Cold Water" will rattle in your head for days. Quieter moments are searing, Waits' gravelly voice bending like an old tree under the blade of a pocketknife. To top it off, he spikes the album with oddities like "Eyeball Kid." On Mule Variations, the music pounds and the lyrics...
Waits' first release on indie Epitaph Records is also his first new album in six years. Like his literary cousins Jack Kerouac and Charles Bukowski, he returns to the same down-and-outs and restless souls, this time with more rumble, kick and bluesy musings than barroom rasped ramblings. Hobo yowler "Cold Water" will rattle in your head for days. Quieter moments are searing, Waits' gravelly voice bending like an old tree under the blade of a pocketknife. To top it off, he spikes the album with oddities like "Eyeball Kid." On Mule Variations, the music pounds and the lyrics...
...told by Judge Johnson that the Marina del Rey tummy-tuck suit he keeps leaning on as a precedent is not germane in federal criminal cases. In the back row, a couple of criminal defense attorneys who specialize in defending drunk drivers and barroom brawlers are attempting unsuccessfully to suppress giggles. I am in the row in front of them. I am having a terrific time...
This is a different country because of Paula Jones--and maybe a better one too. Already the vocabulary of popular culture has been immeasurably enlarged. In the fuddy-duddy New York Times, it has become acceptable to see oral sex on the front page--the words, I mean. Barroom rakes can be grateful for half a dozen new pickup lines, each with presidential cachet. "You make my knees knock." "I like your curves"--or, alternatively, "I like the way the hair falls down your back." And when all else fails: "Kiss it." Lawyers of the future will know to reach...