Word: twangs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...woman looked at me straight on, but her whole attitude did not include me in the circle of her friends as she had included Nick. He was now deeply involved in a conversation with her younger companion, a pure country sapling of a girl who spoke in an uncut twang and who retreated into a scared doe shyness as she smiled at the music. The woman said she drove trucks every now and then, when she wasn't working at a local truck stop...
...hillbilly," Miller says with an Appalachian twang, "and I'm proud of that." The son and grandson of miners, he was born in the town of Leewood (pop. 250), in the Cabin Creek region southeast of Charleston, W. Va. After finishing a ninth-grade education ("It was all they had"), he went down into the mines at 16. He eagerly enlisted in the Army in World War II and fought in North Africa, Sicily and the Normandy invasion, where his face was horribly disfigured by machine-gun fire. Miller spent two years in military hospitals, enduring 19 operations...
...gotten lost on a road trip between Rocky Mount, N.C., and Knoxville, Tenn., and somehow strayed up to Boston. They play exclusively country stuff, ranging from Hank Williams laments to Earl Scruggs bluegrass, and start the weekend shift at King's Thursday night. John Lincoln has almost perfected his twang and his fiddler and pedal steel guitarist are especially good. Hard to dance to, but good enough to bear close listening...
...more of this comic strip stuff, too much more. The camera injects twinkling into everybody's eyes--or are the actors so starstruck by their roles? Karen Black yaws her mouth open like a catcher's mit and rolls out her O's more like monkeys than any Brooklyn twang. Mia Farrow's voice is less of money than of milk. And there is Lois Chiles as Jordan Baker who is the worst since Welch...
...TICKET-TAKERS at the Performance Center, passing around a lot of green paper the other night at the Waylon Jennings concert, were imitating and making fun of the country nasal twang wafting through the door. They piped in folk-rock music between the sets. Inside, in the midst of longhairs, a middle-aged housewife from Ayre rocked back and forth to "Me and Bobby McGee" and a man in his sixties danced to "Six Days on the Road." Cambridge has never been much for country and western music--and this is rare for a college town. But this week...