Word: shouting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...tell what they'resinging about. Victory at Sea played what I wouldin a generous mood call meditative songs, but whatI will instead call droning and boring songs, thatwent on forever. A guitar/bass/drums trio likeShellac, they'd play the same thing for a minuteor so, and then the singer would shout out thesong's lyric, which was obliquely personal. Andthey'd repeat it five or six times. It wasinteresting the first couple of times...
Cowering behind a wall, I hear the staff shout at us, "Move up, don't stay in the back." Suddenly I feel a surge of adrenaline. The thrill of the kill has set in. All right, Ev, I tell myself: be a strong female, dammit...
...cover a topless picture of author Elizabeth Wurtzel. Beyond it lies a seemingly unedited rant in which Wurtzel, billed on her book jacket as a Pagliaite, demands for herself and womankind the right to be rapacious, have fits and own more than one Gucci bag. "I intend to scream, shout, throw tantrums in Bloomingdale's if I feel like it and confess intimate details of my life to complete strangers," she writes. "I intend to answer only to myself...
After 10 or 15 minutes of this, Mike heard himself shout, "But George Will said I could sell it!" to a computer-generated voice that had put him on hold while it checked how to shift money to an equity fund. Occasionally a voice he'd been paying no attention to would come on the line, telling him to be patient. But had the voice, the last time it came on, talked not about patience but about how much of the world's food supply was produced in the U.S.? The voice had a familiar echo. Brinkley? Had Mike just...
That was soon all too clear. Pop culture, once the domain of allusion--the cunning metaphor, the fade-out after that first kiss--now needed to spell and shout it out, as culture exploited every renegade adolescent impulse. The escape into elegance was replaced by the fun house of sensuality. In the new gross-out culture, bad taste was the official taste. Sit-com kids, once kittens and princesses, went rampantly rude. The inner child was triumphant--hear him roar...