Word: twangs
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...boarding academy and a seminary. Raised in a German-speaking home, he entered Yale Divinity School in 1913 still struggling to master English. When he joined the faculty of New York City's Union Theological Seminary in 1928, the Old Guard grumbled because this novice with the Midwest twang had no doctorate. He raised eyebrows when he wore a rumpled suit to a tuxedos-only reception and poured hollandaise over his entire artichoke instead of dipping the leaves into the sauce...
...rise and fall of radio signals that strengthened as I approached a town and fuzzed away as I entered the countryside. The airwaves were jumpy, uncertain and alive, a patchwork of distinctive accents and peculiar regional interests. I knew I was getting close to Texas from the twang of steel guitars. I realized I might reach Omaha by suppertime when I started hearing crop reports. Often, when I was traveling through North Dakota, the only voices I could hear spoke in Native American languages, whose singsong tones, though I found them unintelligible, eased the loneliness of the long, straight highways...
...young man, he turned himself out like a river boat gambler, slim, dark, natty and sporting a pencil mustache; in his late 30s he raised a bushy, patriarchal beard. When he was excited, his high, piercing voice had a tendency to rise in volume and exaggerate his Tennessee twang. For the most part, though, he kept his inner fires banked behind a façade of polite aloofness...
...under three years) raspy and understated style. The distorted guitar in “Evening on the Ground” and the slick bass line of “Freedom Hangs Like Heaven” lend these songs a simply bad-ass vibe. Packing a punch and a twang, these songs may cause dancing, foot tapping and other reactions not normally associated with the band’s previous efforts...
...always won the fight. I don’t know how to cook the meals that remind me of home. I like to shop more than I like to do most things. And when I go to Jamaica my younger cousins mock my American “twang,” telling me that I sound just like the people on MTV. Wouldn’t it be appropriate, then, for me to be in a relationship that involved the meeting and sometimes the conflict of two cultures...