Word: nasalate
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...they weren't bad. Willie Nelson's slightly nasal baritone complemented Rosalynn Carter's soft soprano, and the crowd clapped rousingly to the music. The First Lady had no trouble with the lyrics since both she and Jimmy know Nelson's hits by heart. The setting was the White House lawn, where Nelson, the king of outlaw country, put on a stompin' good show last week. The most eye-opening song of the evening: Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mother. The President himself, a stock car racing buff and Nelson...
...true to the bedrock traditions of folk, blues, jazz and country. His unusually sophisticated phrasing-now lagging behind the beat, now scooting ahead of it. twisting and rolling the melody like a champion lariat twirler-owes something to Frank Sinatra, one of his favorite singers. But his high, slightly nasal baritone retains an austere lyricism that goes back to Appalachian hills and hollows and beyond. Where much of commercial country music has only a catch in its throat, Willie's has a touch of iron in its soul...
...particularly moving number in light of Richard's imminent departure from the group to serve time after his Toronto heroin trial. "Before They Make Me Run" is his farewell to the world of "booze and pills and parties where you choose your medicine." His voice is nasal and far away yet it rings true when he sings, "I want to find my way to heaven, 'cause I did my time in hell." Whether or not Richard is tipping his hand concerning his legal problems when he sings, "I'm gonna walk, before they make me run," this could...
...spreads through the harbor's amphitheater, Captain Tom DeTemple, 62, the flinty master of Anchorage, is fretting to be gone. Her chief mate, Harvey Portz, 28, is wrestling with a trimming problem. "She starts to list a little, I pinch down on it," he says in an amiable nasal twang, propping his boots on a big console overgrown with gauges and dials in the ship's cargo-control room. "She's trim by the stern now, but I'll have the draft more forward when we leave. Out to sea, I'll pull...
...text bereft of all meaning, witness the Marc Antony of Austin Pendleton. He bird-chirps the resonant oratory, and his climactic moments consist of nasal sobs. He could no more move men to mass mutiny than he could leave a scuff mark on a molehill. Alone in this whole sorry mess, Holly Villaire, playing Brutus' wife Portia, rings true, displaying a loving care, loyalty and concern for her husband that no one has shown for the play...