Word: twangs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Twang, twang, crash, bam, heavy metal-Ted Nugent is still Ted Nugent on Weekend Warriors, still not capable of much range of formats, but alway driving, exciting, fiery, electrical storms in the stratosphere, Lord-help-us, bam, zing...
...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 in the ballast...
...known generally as progressive country, or more correctly, up-country. His comrade pickers'n' grinners were also his best friends, people like John Prine, Steve Goodman, and Jerry Jeff Walker. Like Buffett, they all added their own carbonations to the flat brew of country music: Prine his Appalachian hillbilly twang, Goodman his Chicago blues, Walker just all-out Texas boozing. What they did was blow out the earnest country cliches with fond parodies ("You Don't Have to Call Me Darlin', Darlin', But You Never Even Call Me By My Name"), rocking mockers ("Up Against The Wall, Redneck Mother"), chomping...
...rise. But Hank Williams had earned himself a place in American music, and as the son he had named after himself grew up, Hank Williams Jr. was left with the suspicion that nothing he could ever sing or play would erase the old man's nasal twang from anyone's consciousness. He probably never will, but with his New South album, Hank Williams Jr. has done old Hank proud...
...bass guitars of a hard-rock group twang as psychedelic colors splash on the screen. An enraged housewife looms before the viewer, curlers in her hair and hands over her ears. "Turn that noise down!" she bellows, and the insistent pounding fades...