Word: twangs
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...little, as I unloaded the pressure of Paris and took the time to observe the beauty around me here, I opened up to the locals--and they opened up to me. Their low-pitched, gravely pronunciation, in sharp contrast to my Parisian accent with a hint of a Belgian twang, began to sound less foreign. And they taught me the magic of the Tour--an event the size of a small village that thunders through their region each year leaving crowds of fans, discarded tents and straggling journalists in its wake...
...little, as I unloaded the pressure of Paris and took the time to observe the beauty around me here, I opened up to the locals--and they opened up to me. Their low-pitched, gravely pronunciation, in sharp contrast to my Parisian accent with a hint of a Belgian twang, began to sound less foreign. And they taught me the magic of the Tour--an event the size of a small village that thunders through their region each year leaving crowds of fans, discarded tents and straggling journalists in its wake...
...plays a woman who confesses to a horrific crime, yet by the end you want to give her a sympathetic hug. Sitting at a starkly lit table, apparently in a police station, Calista Flockhart doesn't take long to shed her Ally affectations. Talking in a flat Midwestern twang, she recounts with grueling matter-of-factness how she was seduced by a teacher at age 13, had a baby, was abandoned by him and took revenge by...well, the playlet is called Medea Redux. Enough said...
...Mule Variations, the music pounds and the lyrics are sharp, "My eyes say their prayers to her/sailors ring her bell/Like a moth mistakes a light bulb/For the moon and goes to hell." From the grinding sturm und drang of "Big in Japan" to the bittersweet strum and twang of "Pony," Waits finds a little bit o' grit, a touch of tenderness and plenty of humor in the everything-in-between...
...Mule Variations, the music pounds and the lyrics are sharp, "My eyes say their prayers to her/sailors ring her bell/Like a moth mistakes a light bulb/For the moon and goes to hell." From the grinding sturm und drang of "Big in Japan" to the bittersweet strum and twang of "Pony," Waits finds a little bit o' grit, a touch of tenderness and plenty of humor in the everything-in-between...