Be loud, as a radio

Usage examples of blare.

The covers blared three allotropes of mindless generic blonde, in shock and undress.

He cursed out loud, scolding himself for his inability to release the memories: the maelstrom of hypnagogic images superimposed upon all that he saw, the recollections of the accident tearing apart and blending back together again in a blurry mixture of lucid truth and deceptive mirage, the deafening blare of the horns in helpless warning, the walls of the chambers flashing in a fluctuating rhythm to the horns, between glowing red and pitch black, the faces burning and falling off everyone as the radiation surge hit, the crumbling support beams collapsing all about them, his own flesh melting, the blackness closing in.

At least a dozen daddy longlegs were arranged along the bottom of the cool porcelain tub, quiet, quivering when the light blared on and her shadow fell.

They lit a joint and drove away, Shaggy blaring out of the quadrophonic sound system and shattering the peace of the desirable neighbourhood.

Brahms I was hearing through the walls, but some loony cycle racer blaring U2, revving up his Ducati.

As the Greek salpinx blared, the hoplites sprinted through the gravel straight at the enemy lines in a massed charge worthy of Plataea.

Another double blare of trumpets, and in from either side, each attended by six maidens, swept the two Queens of Zu-Vendis, everybody in the hall rising to greet them as they came.

Within half an hour Daisy was on her way to Telluride, tape deck blaring.

But farther along the lower route the crowds became thicker, jostling, shouting slogans, and blocking the throughway, heedless of the blaring horns and curses from the occupants of stranded vehicles.

The trumpets blared, the hunter dogs of the armies howled, and Briar tried to run.

The Slovak who had provided his own trombone and the Slovak who had been assigned the cornet blared some kind of Slovak hurrah.

The doors came up, admitting a blare of unpolarized sunlight and an unexpectedly cool breeze, bearing scents both mysterious and agreeable.

The horn was blaring all the time, so the driver, Winters, must have known the brakes were faulty.

Silver blares of wintry sunlight edged the blackish gray clouds scudding overhead, and the wind was a steady pour off the sea.

Louder and louder grew the slow, powerful drumming as the beat reverberated back and forth throughout the cellblock, blotting out the sound of the radio and television speakers still blaring inanely into the cavern while the prisoner was tortured and his fellows stormed in helpless fury.