Word: yawping
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...Cheated Hearts, a sizzling breakup song that turns into a musical competition when O sings, "Sometimes I think that I'm bigger than the sound," and Zinner responds with a screeching guitar to remind her who's boss. It's dueling banshees until a final verse in which they yawp together in harmony...
...Howard Dean, whose presidential campaign got derailed by endless replays of a barbaric yawp, go from public laughingstock to party leader? The new Democratic National Committee (D.N.C.) chairman started off with several advantages, including a loyal base that wrote a gazillion letters on his behalf and a lack of serious competition from other prominent Dems. Some Democratic Governors sought an anybody-but-Dean candidate, but neither former Nebraska Senator Bob Kerrey nor Michigan Governor Jennifer Granholm could be persuaded to run. Likewise, Iowa's Tom Vilsack decided that being Governor and D.N.C. chairman at the same time would complicate...
...about repeating the formula that had brought him such instant recognition. But one of his more intriguing aspects has been his refusal to tailor his work to anyone else's expectations. Within a decade of the delicate Jamesian fiction in Goodbye, Columbus, Roth wrote Portnoy's Complaint, a barbaric yawp of masturbatory misadventures and comic rage...
...York City's Whitney Museum of American Art, is a pretty good tribute to this profuse, energetic, sometimes brilliant and sometimes very corny artist. Kienholz didn't believe in refinement. What he believed in was a combination of technical know-how, moral anger and all-American barbaric yawp. Moving through the show is like being alternately slugged and hectored by a redneck Godzilla with strong libertarian-anarchist convictions. His truck used to have ED KIENHOLZ--EXPERT painted on the door. You might not trust Roy Lichtenstein to frame a shed or Jasper Johns to re-weld a railing, but Kienholz...
...Lowell courtyard and stroll into the Yard, and you're again reminded of our intrepid final club brothers. Ah, me. A young man runs up the steps of the library, carrying a keg atop his head. He's made it to the top, and is sounding a barbaric yawp! Hurrah! Three cheers for the old boys...