tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45435251276033443672024-03-05T16:24:09.250-08:00nothing but jazzfreezy-dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961674475976159806noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543525127603344367.post-25682782624682330912009-01-11T11:51:00.000-08:002009-01-11T12:13:57.724-08:00Classic Mingus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beemo.net/images/378.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.beemo.net/images/378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">"One night many years ago, [writer Frank] Conroy was playing solo piano at a club in Harlem when 'a large black man got up from his dinner and moved forward.' <o:p></o:p></p> <p>Conroy immediately recognized him as Charles Mingus, 'the foremost jazz bassist in the world,' and was terrified that he was about to be put down in no uncertain terms. <o:p></o:p></p> <p>"Instead, Mingus picked up the bass that was leaning against the piano, 'waited for the top of the tune and began to play with me.' <o:p></o:p></p> <p>"A year later, Mingus did the same thing again. Conroy, flattered and amazed, asked: 'What's going on, Charlie? You're the best bassist in the world and I'm a putzer.' <o:p></o:p></p> <p>"'You are,' he said expansively, 'an authentic primitive. That is true.' He leaned forward and lowered his voice. 'But you swing.'"</p><p><br /><o:p></o:p></p>freezy-dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961674475976159806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543525127603344367.post-21913484976437286742007-10-03T20:20:00.000-07:002008-12-09T05:26:00.225-08:00Dizzy...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PYVXvWeMpqc66hwy54DvWaALcfnwFhyj1I7v869z3Sb7gLPI6PEsodCRSEbUddKrEKVUbHYjICmFdR2A0YJjd-dThb49mnQqyHgjwokLAR4oZB9-Q6WuT3vVh2qM2ItKaCad22C-PkQ/s1600-h/sedlik_dizzy_eyes_closed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117176681872164226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PYVXvWeMpqc66hwy54DvWaALcfnwFhyj1I7v869z3Sb7gLPI6PEsodCRSEbUddKrEKVUbHYjICmFdR2A0YJjd-dThb49mnQqyHgjwokLAR4oZB9-Q6WuT3vVh2qM2ItKaCad22C-PkQ/s400/sedlik_dizzy_eyes_closed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>"I remember one time, I got kidnapped by Art Blakey and Dizzy Gillespie," Woods said. "I was working at Birdland. I was drinking too much and unhappy with the band I was playing with and moaning and groaning and all that stuff. </div><br /><div><br />"Dizzy and Art took me to Dizzy's pad out in Corona where he lived and said: "Now what is your problem, man?' I said, 'Oh, man, I'm not ready. I'm a white guy I'm not going to make it in jazz.' And Dizzy said, 'Young man, Charlie Parker did not give this music to any particular race. He gave it to everyone in the world. And if you can hear it, you can have it. You can't steal a gift.' I'll never forget that. "I said, 'Do you think I can make it?' Dizzy said 'Yeah, if you'd shape up.' He gave me the confidence. He said, 'You can play, but you've got to get your act together.' These two giants of our industry taking the time off to talk to this maudlin, honky guy who didn't know which end was up. But they took the time," Woods said. "Dizzy was most supportive, and school was open always to the end. </div><br /><div><br />"The amazing thing was the yin and yan of Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie. Bird was the meteor who wasn't around a long time. He came, he changed it and he left. But Dizzy was the arranger, the composer, the reader, the sober, industrious one. Everybody knew who the boss was," Woods said. "Dizzy was the teacher, the one who passed it on." </div>freezy-dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961674475976159806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543525127603344367.post-20939100714853456392007-07-18T16:42:00.000-07:002008-12-09T05:26:00.391-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhscNVjATZki9UiU1tqhU2HO5DEhJqZrYTTQFwyxYCduyhIWCGOyBGJRxvvoIdztsp4gesfdSc0MQmjgxvBZSlUGjUrmghM_fxWxZxcMv9Z1N8SPjw8CNA8x3digu29VhVLpH4aBy6XUws/s1600-h/hargrove22+YEAH+FACTOR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhscNVjATZki9UiU1tqhU2HO5DEhJqZrYTTQFwyxYCduyhIWCGOyBGJRxvvoIdztsp4gesfdSc0MQmjgxvBZSlUGjUrmghM_fxWxZxcMv9Z1N8SPjw8CNA8x3digu29VhVLpH4aBy6XUws/s320/hargrove22+YEAH+FACTOR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088690424854107698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" ><br /><br />Can you picture how a melody can stir into existance?<br />Rhythm section hits it and upholds it with persistance<br />Picturing the outline and you start to see the colours<br />Filling in with intricate splashes by all the brothers<br /><br />Michelle is on the joint, you mean Misindae Gayochello?<br />No wonder why the hump inside the joint is feeling ghettho<br />A medal or award should be giving to these heros for their<br />Empasis of revealing and bringing forth the feeling<br /><br />I'm realing, poetic I say, a great proportion,<br />I hold my little nuances correct for this distortion.<br />But I say, why say? and who is to say, coz<br />Roy makes the tune what it is today.<br /><br />Rhythmically, we in the slake of jeans, know what I mean?<br />Its only right that me and Mr Right we here from Queens<br />The overtone of funk is being driven by this music<br />Its the benevolence of Roy issued me this juris-provence<br /><br />This beat, or rhymes hooded in the epitome<br />Im just a humble little germ, just a hipper version<br />Poetic I mean truly indeed her every steed<br />Just sprinkles with the essense of life to form my breed<br /><br />Think about sweety while we give this to the needy<br />The musical expression is important for progression<br />Never stop learning lesson, and neither should y'all<br />Before we all stand, must acknowledge a fall<br /><br />Before we get the bounce we got to reach for the ball<br />Before we ghettho strong we haf to get to a crawl<br /><br />Check it out now, and dont you dare<br />Bobby Timmers did a joint called "That there"<br />Check it out now, and do your do<br />Ronny Foster did a joint called "Mr Brew"<br />Check it out now, its how we go<br />Check it out with my man Roy Hargrove - der der<br /><br /><br /><br />Hey<br />Good evening ladies and gentlemen<br />Welcome to the Appletree Cafe<br />Its getting real cribable on stage<br />I dunno, I got my man QTip<br />Cut me a few dollars tip<br />I dont know how comes god doubted you<br />Sheeez, She willby, remember, completely<br />Blast the staff furniture, so<br />rip dip in the house & zip dip hahh<br /><br />Whos knows the way to go?<br />Please show me the way to go<br />Whos knows the way to go?<br />Please show me the way to go<br /><br />I know the way to go<br />I'll show you the way to go<br />I know the way to go<br />I'll show you the way to go<br /><br />Whos knows the way to go?<br />Please show me the way to go<br />Whos knows the way to go?<br />Please show me the way to go<br /><br />I know the way to go<br />I'll show you the way to go<br />I know the way to go<br />I'll show you the way to go<br /><br />Brothers lost, my head is running veins<br />Where to go, and where is God<br />Sometimes I get real mad, but I understand<br />I dont beat myself up too much about it<br /><br />I give us tears, does he mourn for it?<br />Or joy in return? Those tears bring joy<br />That is what perplexes, make the sweetness last<br />Coz we're mourning for the joy, their hard to find<br /><br />Be happy where you can, no sadness necessary,<br />No, no, it seems sometimes, you never get in bed<br />but its ok, its fair, yeah, ooooh<br /><br />Nowhere to look, you got me mysteries<br />Use the stars as a guide, trying not to hide<br />The love inside, you know, you if you get... you get<br />I feel, I'm not ready yet, but I meet myself halfway<br /><br />And I'll start a day, creating what i'm.. living<br />Living for today, coz I'm ok, its ok<br /><br />Whos knows the way to go?<br />Please show me the way to go<br />Whos knows the way to go? <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--></span>freezy-dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961674475976159806noreply@blogger.com0