Word: scorns
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Stones purists have been on the defensive. Sure, the old stuff is great, the skeptics argued, but the group was now well over the hill. Even when Jagger and Richards led their troupe back to more familiar ground on subsequent albums, they had to face the scorn of the critical new wave: "Cliches! Cliches! And furthermore, who can get pumped up over a 46-year-old bassist and a drummer who would rather by breeding sheepdogs?" There is no quick answer...
...Stones can, for example, throw themselves ecstatically into a song like "Jumpin' Jack Flash" (or "Neighbors" on the new album), rattling the ceiling and shaking the floor. Mick Jagger lets the mood and the rhythms and the words overrun his body as he raves on. But Jagger also has scorn for the power he wields. He slurs his meanest lines with utter disregard, perhaps to illustrate how idiotic it is to hang on every syllable he and Richards decide to cram into a verse. By the same token, take a look at any picture of minimalist drummer Charlie Watts...
...witness to Don Juan's exploits, and a teeming flagon of comic relief, is his servant Sganarelle (Roy Brocksmith). He makes cowardice an art form. Brocksmith has some of the elephantine grace of Zero Mostel. Seitz's Don Juan is a triumph of stylized scorn. He scuttles about the stage crab-fashion. He gazes into a mirror as if to blot out the scum of the earth. Even in wooing, he masks any show of passion. He is, for certain, a radical Don Juan...
...have nothing but scorn for the notion of an Islamic bomb. There is no such thing as an Islamic bomb or a "Christian bomb." Any such weapon is a means of terrorizing humanity, and we are against the manufacture and acquisition of nuclear weapons. This is in line with our definition of-and opposition to-terrorism...
...proclaiming himself the Fat Man. Says one New York trainer: "He's got a huge chip on his shoulder, an inferiority complex that he defends by putting on a superiority complex. But fortunately, a good horse doesn't know who his trainer is." Others may scorn Campo's city background and his own ineptness in the saddle. ("He's no horseman," says a Kentucky breeder. "I don't think he could ride in a boxcar with the doors closed.") But Campo is equally -and justifiably-haughty about his accomplishments. Says...