You seem to be making a bit of progress and then, whoops, that rock takes an abrupt backslide to square one and despite shouting from a moral high ground about how Mega-Bankers were the recipient of all that marvelous green stuff showered on them by the U.S. Treasury, in the end, it all falls on deaf regulatory ears.
Ms. Moore, on her own, played Jerome Kitzke's "Bringing Roses With Her Words" (2009), a theatrical piece that required her to walk onstage clapping and vocalizing, and to play a vigorous, if episodic, piano line embellished with a bit of percussion, as well as shouts, whoops, purring, babbling and laughter, before leaving the stage, still singing.
Whoops, that was a bit of understeer there, or possibly oversteer, a wobble anyway, wonder what caused it?
What a super level of whoops and cheers.
But before we commence the Three Stooges-style whoop and slap attack that is Legacy's due, a bit of back story.
Here's a photo of one of the slain birds, followed by French's note: Whooping crane chicks have definite personalities; chick L10 was shy but blossomed into a rascal, and chick L8 had an early tendency toward being a bit of a bully, but eventually learned to get along with his peers.
Here, the hashtag is like a bit of chicken wire between what you are consciously and deliberately saying, and what just happened to slip out, especially useful when you are making a comment and pretending that you absolutely, positively will not name names, and then, whoops, it just came tumbling out.
"I think we're staying out on in the middle of Whoop Whoop," Balfour said.
Then, on the fade, Paul McCartney gave a kind of whoop-whoop holler, and my grandmother seized on it with relish: "You hear that?
He's gonna 'open up a can of whoop-ass!' Really.
