Rhythm (from Greek ῥυθμός—rhythmos, "any regular recurring motion, symmetry") may be generally defined as a "movement marked by the regulated succession of strong and weak elements, or of opposite or different conditions." This general meaning of regular recurrence or pattern in time may be applied to a wide variety of cyclical natural phenomena having a periodicity or frequency of anything from microseconds to millions of years.
In the performance arts rhythm is the timing of events on a human scale; of musical sounds and silences, of the steps of a dance, or the meter of spoken language and poetry. Rhythm may also refer to visual presentation, as "timed movement through space." and a common language of pattern unites rhythm with geometry. In recent years, rhythm and meter have become an important area of research among music scholars. Recent work in these areas includes books by Maury Yeston,Fred Lerdahl and Ray Jackendoff, Jonathan Kramer, Christopher Hasty, William Rothstein and Joel Lester.
Howard Lindsay Goodall CBE (born 26 May 1958) is a British composer of musicals, choral music and music for television. He also presents music-based programming for television and radio, for which he has won many awards. In May 2008 he was named as a presenter and Composer-in-Residence with the UK radio channel Classic FM, and in May 2009 he was named "Composer of the Year" at the Classical BRIT Awards.
Born in Bromley, Kent and educated at New College School, Oxford, Stowe School and Lord Williams's School Thame, he read music at Christ Church, Oxford. He is married to Val Fancourt, who is a classical music agent.
His output of musical theatre works includes The Hired Man (1984), an adaptation of the novel by Melvyn Bragg, which won an Ivor Novello award (1985) and TMA Award(2006) award for Best Musical, Girlfriends (1986), Days of Hope (1991), Silas Marner (1993), The Kissing-Dance (1998),The Dreaming (2001) (both with Charles Hart), A Winter's Tale (2005) and Two Cities (2006). Goodall worked on original music for a new production called 'King Cotton', a co-commissioned stage show by The Lowry and the Liverpool Culture Company. However, he amicably withdrew from the production weeks before the opening for reasons unknown, and "any offers for Goodall's unused music will be gratefully received", according to the 16 September 2007 Sunday Times (page 14). A Winter’s Tale was presented during 2009–10 by Youth Music Theatre: UK, while 2010 saw the premiere at the Minerva Theatre, Chichester of Love Story, based on the novella by Erich Segal. The production opens in London's West End (Duchess Theatre) in November 2010. In 2010 there was also a new professional production of The Hired Man produced by The Octagon Theatre, Bolton which played from 3 June to 4 July 2010.
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American recording artist, entertainer, and businessman. Often referred to as the King of Pop, or by his initials MJ, Jackson is recognized as the most successful entertainer of all time by Guinness World Records. His contribution to music, dance, and fashion, along with a much-publicized personal life, made him a global figure in popular culture for over four decades. The seventh child of the Jackson family, he debuted on the professional music scene along with his brothers as a member of The Jackson 5 in 1964, and began his solo career in 1971.
In the early 1980s, Jackson became a dominant figure in popular music. The music videos for his songs, including those of "Beat It", "Billie Jean", and "Thriller", were credited with transforming the medium into an art form and a promotional tool, and the popularity of these videos helped to bring the relatively new television channel MTV to fame. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made him a staple on MTV in the 1990s. Through stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk, to which he gave the name. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced numerous hip hop, post-disco, contemporary R&B, pop and rock artists.
Curtis Cross, (born August 14, 1982) better known as Black Milk, is a hip hop producer and MC from Detroit, Michigan.
In 2004, he formed B.R. Gunna, with Young RJ, and Fat Ray, and together they released Dirty District: Vol. 2, a follow up to a compilation released in 2001 by Slum Village, which he had contributed production to. Black Milk released a solo album, Sound of the City, Vol. 1, the following year and in 2006 he signed a record contract with Fat Beats Records (Fat Beats is currently distributed by Koch Entertainment, the largest independent distributor in the U.S.). In the fall of 2006, he released an EP, entitled Broken Wax. March 13, 2007 he released a second album, Popular Demand.
In addition to Slum Village, Black Milk has worked with J Dilla,Elzhi, Phat Kat, Frank-N-Dank, Lloyd Banks, Canibus, and Pharoahe Monch, and handled most of the production on T3's Olio mixtape of 2006.
In the Winter of 2007/2008 Black Milk paired with Aftermath recording artist Bishop Lamont to release a mixtape entitled Caltroit, which was nominated for Best Hip Hop Mixtape at Justo's Mixtape Awards.[citation needed]
Marina Abramović (Serbian Cyrillic: Марина Абрамовић; born November 30, 1946) is a Belgrade-born New York-based Serbian performance artist who began her career in the early 1970s. Active for over three decades, she has recently begun to describe herself as the "grandmother of performance art". Abramović's work explores the relationship between performer and audience, the limits of the body, and the possibilities of the mind.
Marina Abramović's great uncle was Patriarch Varnava of the Serbian Orthodox Church. Both of her parents were Partisans during the Second World War: her father Vojo was a commander who was acclaimed as a national hero after the War; her mother Danica was a major in the army, and in the mid-sixties was Director of the Museum of the Revolution and Art in Belgrade.
Abramović's father left the family in 1964. In an interview published in 1998, she described how her "mother took complete military-style control of me and my brother. I was not allowed to leave the house after 10 o'clock at night till I was 29 years old. ... [A]ll the performances in Yugoslavia I did before 10 o'clock in the evening because I had to be home then. It's completely insane, but all of my cutting myself, whipping myself, burning myself, almost losing my life in the firestar, everything was done before 10 in the evening."
When red is black and petals blue
And in my sleepless head our love's been dead a week or two
Sometimes good times are stuck inside of you
And then they're gone. But I don't know why
A lot of things have changed since you said goodbye
There are reasons for you to love me
But I gave you none
So I tap my glass and nod my chin
And wonder who you've been in rhythm with
Sometimes just time, cars can't escape
When clouds are playing close, not often too far away
Blue has no value, power, or hue
Open skies, relationless
Carelessness is what I miss
And that's how I think of you
Sometimes good times WERE all we HAD to do
So I tap my glass and nod my chin
And wonder who you've been in rhythm with
So I tap my glass and nod my chin
Rhythm, rhythm...rhythm, oh-oh
Rhythm, rhythm...rhythm, oh-oh
It's the rhythm of the changing tides
It's the stars against a moonless night
When two bodies learn to move as one
It can bring you back where you belong
To the rhythm, rhythm...rhythm, oh-oh
Rhythm, rhythm...rhythm, oh-oh
It's the changing of the day to night
It's the color of the grass in spring
When you're wrong it's tryin' to make it right
You can be just what you want to be
Feel the rhythm...rhythm, rhythm
Rhythm...rhythm, oh-oh
Now I have travelled far
To wrap my world around you, oh-oh
And I have lingered on to find the colors of my rainbow
Now I have soldiered on
To build a bridge between us, oh-oh
And I have lingered long to find
The colors in your rainbow
It's the color of the grass in spring
Or the stars against a moonless sky
When two bodies move as one
When two lovers groove on
You can be what you want to be
You can be most anything
Feel the rhythm
Now I have travelled far
To build a bridge between us, oh-oh
And I will linger on...to find the colors in your rainbow
You turn me on...your tear me up
You tear me up...you turn me on
You turn me on...you set me up
When you curse your name
I'm a receiver
When your heart won't change
I'm a receipt
Do I love like a stranger?
The world keeps getting stranger all the time
And the distance is greater
Than any rope I ever tied around your waist to keep our tumbles in rhythm (Rhythm)
In rhythm (Rhythm)
Oh a heart is a pocket for loose change
We scrape and we save and we wait for a raise
Did you watch as our muscles divided
In rhythm (Rhythm)
In rhythm (Rhythm)
I cursed being a man
I cursed being the driver
I let go of the wheel some time last year
Then I sang to you in shifts
Until the mountains folded over
And your wrongs went through my wrist so you could sin
I love the world
Chorus
Keep time with the rhythm / We rhyme over rhythm/
recite revolutionary type vision / Enough for the
mental prisons / We endevour for melodic living / So
keep your mind on the rhythm / x2
Verse
Spread it smooth on my page like a brush/ I’ll
illistate your mind like paint without placing a touch
/ Keep it to a constant beat for those who fuss even to
a bumpin beat so those can bust / Even to them riders
bumpin out them trunks to all them low keys getting
pleased off that funky stuff / We doing this anyhow
anyway jamming it more louder every time and every day
My life don’t end if these records don’t spin / We’re
the new school of Nesians we’re known as fresh men /
A.k.a safe investment, home is best when / We’re
supporting our own, cause their quality tested / I keep
time with the rhythm for those that never none / When
ever we riding the beat, you calling shotgun /
Formidable stanza’s, eloquence enhances /
Charismatically candid / You know how we handle it
Repeat Chorus
Verse
Got a continuos flow smooth like a dialtone/ some call
it a gift I call it a Milestone/ Aint never heard me
spit in a mild like tone / untouchable when Im in my
zone / You will never know cos Im guile when I roam /
It aint bout what you heard its what you’ve been told /
With every rhythm I rhyme / I spit rhythm in rhyme/
don’t lose the rhythm / Keep the rhythm when I rhyme /
Give me a moment as I dust it off as I only take a
second as I shift my attention just to serve another
lesson / As I stroll with bounce roll with the flow
loose my sence on an once rhythm takes control / So
keep time with the rhythm coz you already been told got
the same to deliver like SABRE n OLD / So keep time
with the rhythm coz the rhythm is the bass / The bass
is the treble the treble tremors up the place
Bridge
Concentration / Keep the rhythm / Concentration / Keep
the rhythm
Verse
I flown the global cipher with the mic in hand / As Mos
Def defined I’m the travelling man / The system could
never be able to comprehend / The life of a musician
ain’t driven like vision I pen / Living on the edge of
the beat where the baseline sits / They say pay my
dues, but first who gona pay my rent? / These words are
testimony of my life lived / And the score of dreams
after realising what the price is.
Rhythm and I go together like apple and pie / Whenever
I spit, ignite mics to feed the fire / So feel the burn
of the heat before the flame expires / A simple
drumbeat is all that I require/ Got rhythm, got a beat
now Im ready to go / Aint got a clue son Old let em
know / With every rhythm that’s rhymed / We spit rhythm
in rhyme / You didn’t lose the rhythm kept the rhythm
when we rhymed /
What's that sound
(That's rhythm)
Everybody round
(Got rhythm)
There can be no beat
(Without rhythm)
Makes me wanna move
My feet (that's rhythm)
It's in my bones
Anytime my music carries on
I feels like rhythm
If you like to dance
(Get rhythm)
This is your chance
(For rhythm)
I can't keep still
With bongos playing
And everybody feels that way
It's in my bones
Anytime the music carries on
Oh, I feel like rhythm
You can beat the drums
Lord, if you wanna
Let the bongos play
And I dance all night
Let the music flow
Oh, I never wanna go
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
It's in my bones
Anytime my music carries on
Lord, I feel like rhythm
You can beat the drum
Lord, if you wanna
Let the bongos play
And I dance all night
Let the music flow
Oh, I never wanna go
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
It's in my bones
Anytime the music carries on
Lord, I feel like rhythm
If you like to dance
(Get rhythm)
This is your chance
(Get rhythm)
I can't keep still
(Get rhythm)
Oh, I'm like the