Word: drum
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...sharpest language was reserved, in fact, for matters of disagreement. In a departure from the normal communique form, each side was given a chance to present its own views and beat the drum for its own cherished cause. The U.S. announced that it was trying to reduce world tensions and preserve freedom, while the Chinese pledged their faith in the liberation of the oppressed and revolution "as the irresistible trend of history." It was stock propaganda. At the same time, each nation sought to reassure its nervous allies. The U.S. tried to cheer up South
...councilman was unrepentant. Dismissing Spong as an "ecclesiastical lickspittle," he added: "When I look at some spiritually anemic preachers, I think of embalming fluid." Inevitably, Carwile's tasteless demagoguery led to a sick joke. The councilman was not being macabre, the snicker went, he was just trying to drum up some business for Mayor Thomas Bliley Jr. Bliley is one of the city's leading morticians...
Sutherland played the farce nearly as well as she sustained her pealing top E-flats. Faking a drum roll, getting her feet twisted in a minuet, ripping off a dazzling 2½-octave chromatic scale, while tearing up some papers and scattering them into the orchestra pit, she shed fresh brilliance on Donizetti's faded opus and the old-fashioned production imported by the Met from London's Covent Garden...
...Cong Tuong, dean of the Surgery Department, walked with me as I saw for myself the results of the air attack. The son of the vice-director had been wounded. A physician, Liu Ty Tung, of the Traditional Medicine Department, received a severe concussion and suffered a broken car drum. A patient sitting near her was killed instantly. Chun Ty Mai, 13, daughter of a woman physician in the hospital, also suffered a concussion and had one big toe blown off. Her father had already died...
...Boston Pops crowd. It's not that rock concerts aren't interesting anymore, there's something perversely fascinating in contemplating these ambulating escapes from Madame Tussaud's. The music, with few exception, fulfilled the audience's craving for a thousand decibel dry hump. And Howard Wales' sterile charade delivers: drum solos with all the pulse of a seconal addict; keyboard work with all the sensuousness and imagination of a computer print out; treacly singing; the stage presence of a sloth; and above it all in smug squalor was the ego of Wales, ballooning over the audience with all the magnificence...