Word: twangs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...vigorous, affable 67-year-old with a Southwestern twang and a long bald skull like a dented kettle, Smith was born a Cherokee in Indian Territory (later renamed Oklahoma) in 1906. His education was rudimentary-"the three Rs, and farm work the rest of the time" -but during the Depression he managed to put himself through Oklahoma State College at Ada. Then, in 1933, he happened on the art department there...
...eight-stringed bouzoukis twang in Byzantine ecstasy. The drums and guitars thump out military rhythms. The singers wail not about love or loneliness but about resistance, prison, freedom, dreams gone awry. This is the music of Greece's romantic revolutionary Mikis Theodorakis. In Greece his songs and instrumentals account for up to half the popular records sold (all surreptitiously). In the U.S., his sound tracks for the films Zorba the Greek, Z and State of Siege are known to millions. The man himself-Marxist, former member of the Greek Parliament, self-described composer to the masses-is a less...
...women of Washington county have a lot to say and they're glad that a Congressman is willing to listen. Their comments--ranging from the rising cost of living to the Watergate scandal--are tempered by a Downeast twang and a certain rural flavor that would be described by some as "conservative," but viewed by the citizens themselves as merely "down-to-earth...
...nation's country-music capital, Nashville is more used to the twang of fiddles and guitars than the clink of archaeologists' trowels. But the city is considerably excited by its tiger in the bank (which lies only five blocks from the Grand Ole Opry House). Spores, for one, is so sure that there may be other tiger and human remains about that he has taken to prowling construction sites in downtown Nashville in hopes of finding more fossil beds. The First American National Bank, too, is cashing in on the find ("the bones of an unsuccessful borrower," goes...
James Taylor. Baby James has come quite a ways since that night at Sanders. Superstardom, its problems, liasons with Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon, marriage, life of the West Coast, building a house on Martha's Vineyard, even a couple albums. It may be the flat Appalachian twang, or the dryness of his wit, but I think James Taylor sings his life better than Neil Young sings his. What it really is, is that he approaches, but never reaches, the bounds of insipidity...