on West End Blues as played by Louis Armstrong, called Americas greatest ever instrumentalist
West End Blues introduction consists of only two phrases. As has already been intimated, these two phrases alone almost summarize Louis's entire style and his contribution to jazz language. The first phrase startles us with the powerful thrust and punch of its first four notes. We are immediately aware of their terrific swing, despite the fact that these four notes occur on the beat, that is, are not syncopated, and no rhythmic frame of reference is set (the solo being unaccompanied). These four notes should be heard by all people who do not understand the difference between jazz and other music, or those who question the uniqueness of the element of swing. These notes as played by Louis - not as they appear in notation - are as instructive a lesson in what constitutes swing as jazz has to offer. The way Louis attacks each note, the quality and exact duration of each pitch, the manner in which he releases the note, and the subsequent split second silence before the next note - in other words, the entire acoustical pattern - present in capsule form all the essential characteristics of jazz inflection."
Everything Happens To Me
I make a date for golf, and you can bet your life it rains.
I try to give a party, and the guy upstairs complains.
I guess I'll go through life, just catching colds and missing trains.
Everything happens to me.
I never miss a thing. I've had the measles and the mumps.
And every time I play an ace, my partner always trumps.
I guess I'm just a fool, who never looks before he jumps.
Everything happens to me.
At first, my heart thought you could break this jinx for me.
That love would turn the trick to end despair.
But now I just can't fool this head that thinks for me.
I've mortgaged all my castles in the air.
I've telegraphed and phoned and sent an air mail special too.
Your answer was goodbye and there was even postage due.
I fell in love just once, and then it had to be with you.
Everything happens to me.
~ Chet Baker
Nick Drake ( something i recently stumbled into )
Nicholas Rodney Drake (19 June 1948 – 25 November 1974) was an English singer-songwriter and musician best known for his acoustic, autumnal songs. His primary instrument was the guitar, though he was also proficient at piano, clarinet, and saxophone. Although he failed to find a wide audience during his lifetime, Drake's work has grown steadily in stature, to the extent that he now ranks among the most influential English singer-songwriters of the last 50 years.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Drake
http://www.brytermusic.com/ this the official site actually streams a number of his songs
River Man
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves
Said she hadn’t heard the news
Hadn’t had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes
Gonna see the river man
Gonna tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime
Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn’t sure
For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more
Gonna to see the river man
Gonna to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don’t suppose
It’s meant for me
Oh, how they come and go
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Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.
(whist - to be or become silent or still; to be hushed or mute)
~ William Shakespeare ( The Tempest )
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"In order to carry the candle, you have to accept the fact that when the wax on that candle begins to melt it will slide down and burn your hand. You must be willing to accept the fact that pain is a part of the process of revelation. You have to be willing to take the field and stay on the field the way Duke stayed on the road, traveling in raggedy cars, traveling in private Pullman cars, traveling by bus, traveling by boat, traveling against his will sometimes in airplanes. Duke Ellington accepted all the pain and the agony and the self-doubt and the disappointment he was faced with because he had been inspired! Duke Ellington was inspired by the majesty he heard coming from the musicians of all hues and from all levels of training. Duke heard the Constitutional orchestra of American life and transformed it into musical form. Whenever they said this music was dead, Duke was out there, writing music and performing the meaning of his democratic birthright in an artistic language that uttered its first words way back on that first day that a slave sang a new sang in a new land"
(The sermon "Premature Autopsies" was written by Stanley Crouch and delivered by the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Jr. on the album The Majesty of the Blues recorded by Wynton Marsalis in 1989. The sermon, told over the backdrop of a "New Orleans Funeral" is in three parts–"The Death of Jazz," "Premature Autopsies," and "Oh, But on the Third Day (Happy Feet Blues." )
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about my broken heart (roy forbes)
anyone who wants the mp3 for this song .. ask me for it.
put the record on the changer
drop the needle at the start
hear the sad voice of a stranger sing
about my broken heart
amid the crackle and the static
her memory plays its part
while the sad voice from the attic sings
about my broken heart
and its just as if the stranger lives
inside my head
and its just as if he knows she's gone
that she no longer cares
if I'm alive
or if I'm dead
so put that record on the changer
and watch me fall apart
while the sad voice of a stranger sings
about my broken heart
and its just as if the stranger lives
inside my head
and its just as if he knows she's gone
that she no longer cares
if I'm alive
or if I'm dead
so put that record on the changer
and watch me fall apart
while the sad voice of a stranger sings
about my broken heart
while the sad voice of a stranger sings
about my broken heart
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Once upon a time, doctors treated women suffering from “hysteria” by stimulating them to orgasm—a service dubbed “medical massage.” By the 1930s, it was abandoned in favour of psychotherapy.
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Cleopatra decided she must see Caesar. She lay down on a carpet. Then her servants rolled up the carpet with Cleopatra inside. Then the carpet was taken to the palace where Ceasar was staying. The guards saw some people carrying a carpet and they didn't stop them. They carried the carpet to Caesar. Then Cleopatra came out of the carpet. Caesar fell in love with her and they became lovers.
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"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929
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all which isn't singing is mere talking
all which isn't singing is mere talking
and all talking's talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
gush to it as diety or devil
-toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles
name it cruel fair or blessed evil-
it is you (ne i)nobody else
drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing
-you are deafened every mother's son-
all is merely talk which isn't singing
and all talking's to oneself alone
but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence
ee cummings
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