Word: rasped
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...hoots and come-ons and dares--with plain, naturalistic, informally posed medium shots of his characters; or he sets them against neon. Underneath it all--almost without a break--rocks the music of Bill Haley and the Comets, The Platters, Buddy Holly, and everyone else, and underneath them the rasp and howl of the Wolfman. The cast reads like a list of "Who's Made It Real Big in the Last Five Years"--Ron Howard (excellent as always at doing the same goddamned thing), Cindy Williams (magnificent; the best performance in the film. I actually thought at the time that...
...folk-rock pop, and it wasn't just pop to begin with. Buffett grew up in Mobile, Alabama, listening to the same Hank Williams and Jimmy Rodgers classics that whelped the Grand Ole Opry Empire of the Nashville Moguls, a philistine crew who breed for violin affinity, not for rasp'n'roll or the truckstop gut-wrench. But the Buffett derivation went the other way, toward the fringes. Lotta room out there on the fringes: Willie Nelson and Waylon "I Don't Think Hank Done It Thisaway" Jennings were there already, Texas, noses to the ground, developing a sound that...
...crosses the fine line it has been straddling for so long; the band has solidly ventured into jazz, both instrumentally and structurally, although their vocals remain the same. Yet, even the vocals are not totally sacred. Don Fagen's voice is different on Aja; it lacks the gisty rasp; it is cleaner, using harmony where it never did before. The guitar is not nearly as prominent a player as it is in the group's other dramas. The Dan are using horns, electric keyboards, symthesized sounds as well as a distict jazz rhythm for their music...
...Hungry," which basically echoes "County Jail Blues" but is muffled by a chorus whose hunger "for your sweet smile" belies the rasp in their voices. There are tantalizing jammings between relatively bland layers of sentences and, after a while, you begin to wish that he's either turn it into an instrumental or stay with the stong and stop showing-off all his fancy tricks. Again, this song wasn't written by Eric Clapton but you rather wish he hadn't brought so many other people into the act--less is more and too many cooks...
...transition was dramatized on the day after the election in a memorably moving appearance by the barely defeated Gerald Ford, Wife Betty and their children in the White House press room. His voice a hoarse rasp from his final, valiant campaign drive, the President asked Betty to read the "Dear Jimmy" telegram that he had sent that morning to Winner Carter. As he listened, the muscles of his face tensely straining, he plainly struggled to control himself. Betty, also showing the weight of loss, smiled wanly and struggled to hold back tears, almost stifling the first mention of "President-elect...