Boogie is a repetitive, swung note or shuffle rhythm,"groove" or pattern used in blues which was originally played on the piano in boogie-woogie music. The characteristic rhythm and feel of the boogie was then adapted to guitar, double bass, and other instruments. The earliest recorded boogie-woogie song was in 1916. By the 1930s, Swing bands such as Glenn Miller, Tommy Dorsey, and Louis Jordan all had boogie hits. By the 1950s, boogie became incorporated into the emerging rockabilly and rock and roll styles. In the late 1980s and the early 1990s country bands released country boogies. Today, the term "boogie" usually refers to dancing to pop, disco, or rock music.
The boogie was originally played on the piano in boogie-woogie music and adapted to guitar. Boogie-woogie is a "style of blues piano playing characterized by an up-tempo rhythm, a repeated melodic pattern in the bass, and a series of improvised variations in the treble."[citation needed] Boogie woogie developed from a piano style that developed in the rough barrelhouse bars in the Southern states, where a piano player performed for the hard-drinking patrons. Wayne Schmidt remarks that with boogie-woogie songs, the "bass line isn't just a time keeper or 'fill' for the right hand"; instead, the bassline has equal importance to the right hand's melodic line. He argues that many boogie-woogie basslines use a "rising/falling sequence of notes" called walking bass line.
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.
You Never Know Who's Got Your Back
Based on the work of the great Fontanarrosa.
Plot
Ed Lover and Doctor Dre are two inept barbers. Deciding that maybe they ought to find another line of work, they join the police. A big mistake, as far as their duty sergeant, Sgt Cooper is concerned, who proceeds to harass them at every turn. Despite this, they discover a major crime, and proceed to solve them in their own unusual fashion.
Keywords: african-american, barber, black-american, cult-film, gentrification, ghetto, harlem-manhattan-new-york-city, hip-hop, hospital, independent-film
The first hip-hop whodunnit!
Sgt. Cooper: You fucked me! You fucked me! You might as well kiss me 'cause you're fucking me!
Plot
Matt Johnson, Jack Barlow, and Leroy Smith are three young California surfers in the 1960s. At first reveling in the carefree life of beaches, girls, and waves, they eventually must face the fact that the world is changing, becoming more complex, less answerable by simple solutions. Ultimately the Vietnam war interrupts their idyll, leaving them to wonder if they will survive until "Big Wednesday," the mythical day when the greatest, cleanest, most transcendent wave of all will come.
Keywords: 1960s, adolescence, beach, california, draft-board, episodic-structure, flash-forward, four-segments, friend, friendship
Three friends. Twelve Turbulent Years. And One Day We All Must Face.
A day will come that is like no other... and nothing that happens after will ever be the same
Narrator, Fly: Stay casual, Barlow.
Leroy the Masochist: Mexico! Surfboards! Guns!
Girl at Party: You've got a great figure.::Peggy Gordon: Thank you. You too.::Girl at Party: Is that a padded bra?::Peggy Gordon: No, this is all me.::Girl at Party: God.::Peggy Gordon: You should try a padded bra.::Girl at Party: I have one on.
Matt Johnson: I don't wanna be a star. Have my picture in magazines, have a bunch of kids looking up to me. I'm a drunk, Bear, a screw up. I just surf cause its good to go out and ride with your friends. I don't even have that anymore.
[Waxer pretends to be homosexual to avoid being drafted]::Sergeant: Are you a homosexual?::Waxer: Well, I guess I am. I wrote it down, "Homosexual Tendencies: Yes." Yes.::Sergeant: Well, you're just gonna love it in the United States Army. There's lots of men there. And they get real close in foxholes and tanks, and in combat. Get him out of here and process him in the Marine Corps.::Waxer: If you send me to Vietnam, I'll just die.
[Leroy the Masochist pretends to be insane to avoid being drafted]::Psychologist: I see here they call you a masochist.::Leroy the Masochist: I like pain.::Psychologist: Can you be specific? What kind of pain do you like?::Leroy the Masochist: Any kind of pain.::Psychologist: Such as?::Leroy the Masochist: I like fights, I've dove through windows, I've eaten light bulbs, I like sharks, any kind of blood. If you gave me a gun, I'd shoot you in the face just to see what it looked like when the bullet hit.
Matt Johnson: You know, Mrs. Barlow, there's something I'd like straighten out.::Mrs. Barlow: What's that, Matt?::Matt Johnson: Well, I did a lot of things around here I'm kind of ashamed of. I tore up your lawn with my '40 Ford...::Mrs. Barlow: Many times.::Matt Johnson: Took my pants off in front of your friends...::Mrs. Barlow: Oh, yes.::Matt Johnson: And I even passed out in your closet, but I never, and I don't know who could have if I didn't, but I never, and I repeat never, ever pissed in your steam iron.
Bear: That's the lemon next to the pie.
Leroy the Masochist: Why don't you get back to Burbank!
Spectator: Hey, do you surf, man? Are you a surfer?::Bear: Oh, no... Not me, I'm just a garbage man.
Author: Conte_Paolo
Title: Boogie
BOOGIE
Due note e il ritornello era gia` nella pelle di quei due
il corpo di lei mandava vampate africane, lui sembrava un
coccodrillo...
i saxes spingevano a fondo come ciclisti gregari in fuga
e la canzone andava avanti sempre piu` affondata nell'aria...
quei due continuavano, da lei saliva afrore di coloniali
che giungevano a lui come da una di quelle drogherie di una volta
che tenevano la porta aperta davanti alla primavera...
qualcuno nei paraggi incominciava a starnutire,
il ventilatore ronzava immenso dal soffitto esausto,
i saxes, ipnotizzati... dai movimenti di lei si spandevano
rumori di gomma e di vernice, da lui di cuoio...
le luci saettavano sul volto pechinese della cassiera
che fumava al mentolo, altri starnutivano senza malizia
e la canzone andave elegante, l'orchestra era partita, decollava...
i musicisti, un tutt'uno col soffitto e il pavimento,
solo il batterista nell'ombra guardava con sguardi cattivi...
quei due danzavano bravi, una nuova cassiera sostituiva la prima,
questa qui aveva occhi da lupa e masticava caramelle alescane,
quella musica continuava, era una canzone che diceva e non diceva,
l'orchestra si dondolava come un palmizio davanti a un mare
venerato...
quei due sapevano a memoria dove volevano arrivare...
un quinto personaggio esito`
prima di sternutire,
poi si rifugio` nel nulla...
era un mondo adulto,
Walkin? down on main street
Well, it's not the same street like before
Those drinks that I've been drinkin? were stirred not shaken, ooh it's sore
My legs have gone all weak
It's so hard for me to speak anymore
I must get home to bed
And rest my aching head, that's for sure
Drivin? in the country
The grass is green as it was before
Rolled up on that river
Just ain't as clean that's for sure
You know my legs have gone all weak
It's so hard for me to speak anymore
I must get home to bed
And rest my aching head, that's for sure
Goin? down to main street to buy some wine
Make some love with that woman of mine
Drink some wine
Love some time
Ah- walkin? down on main street
Well it's not the same street like before
Those drinks that I've been drinkin? were stirred not shaken, ooh it's sore
You know my legs have gone all weak
It's so hard for me to speak anymore
Well I must get home to bed
Goin´ down to George´s where you just have been
To see if you´ve been boogie-ing, ah you know what I mean
My left leg´s dragging my right leg´s I imp
My head´s so wavy and I can´t feel it
I gotta see you baby, you´ll be alright
I wanna boogie baby, boogie tonight
Well old George is boogie-ing he´s been a boogie-ing with you
Ah I wanna boogie with you baby
I wanna boogie all night long
I wanna move with you, I wanna move
I wanna shake, wanna boogie too
What's it all about, I hear the global shout.
Blind man draws the tribal line
and it all seems such a waste of time.
Stars and spies, thug in ties.
Power man refuels the line.
Talk of nonsense, such a waste.
The whole wide world has got bad taste.
[chorus]
What price beaty now. [x3]
(Oh what price beaty)
Smalltown bangs, headless gangs.
Police and law, the people hang.
Ego, power, jealous wealth.
Shelter, care, love and health.
Unshed tears, hidden fears.
Silence bows, rolls back the years.
Talk of nonsense, such a waste.
The whole wide world has got bad taste.
[chorus] [x4]
Honey, please don't leave me
Pagkat ikaw ang tunay kong minamahal
Dati lagi mong sinasabi
Baby, stay with me...
Honey, please believe me
Wag mo sanang itataboy ang puso ko
Sorry kung nagtatampo ka
Pasensya na pilyo lang talaga...
Mag Cha-cha, mag Salsa
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Tango, mag Rumba
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Hip-hop, mag Break dance
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Foxtrot, mag Balse
Wag ka lang,
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Boogie, Boogie...
Honey please forgive me
Alam mo bang di ko naman sinasadya
Lately, labis akong nagsisisi
I hope sana you will understand me...
Mag Cha-cha, mag Salsa
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Tango, mag Rumba
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Hip-hop, mag Break dance
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Foxtrot, mag Balse
Wag ka lang,
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Boogie, Boogie...
Sorry kung nagtatampo ka
Pasensya na Pilyo lang talaga
Mag Cha-cha, mag Salsa
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Tango, mag Rumba
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Hip-hop, mag Break dance
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Foxtrot, mag Balse
Wag ka lang,
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Boogie, Boogie...
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Boogie, Boogie...
Mag Cha-cha, mag Salsa
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Tango, mag Rumba
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Hip-hop, mag Break dance
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Mag Foxtrot, mag Balse
Wag ka lang,
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Boogie, Boogie...
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Boogie, Boogie...
Wag ka lang mag papa-Boogie
Boogie, Boogie...
Yeah! Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea. YeaYeah
Yeah! Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea. YeaYeah
Stupid boy thought he'd try to run a game
On me while out last night
(said he wanted me, said he couldn't lie,
But I was his first date in a while)
He seemed real cool but I won't
suffer a fool gladly,
Hear what the next girl said to me
in the bathroom.
I got your tune, yeah I know your game,
Your misfortune's I'm about to shame you
Ain't too clever thinking must strain you
Only have yourself to blame
Hey girl to tell you's my duty he just
wants your booty
He's all about the booty.
Yeah!!
Well I just came to boogie I'm all about
The boogie, tonight's ‘bout the boogie;
Yeah! Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea. YeaYeah
Yeah! Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea. YeaYeah
Foolishly he began lying, trying denying
What I'd just found out
(Said he told the truth, said he didn't lie.
He had an alibi)
Right about then came two woman said
They'd been calling on him night and day,
Then they say.
Don't wanna…wanna boogie
Don't care to…wanna boogie,
Coz I don't care bout you…I'm gon boogie.
Don't wanna stop, wanna boogy now.
Don't wanna…wanna boogie. Don't care to…
Wanna boogie.
Don't wanna…wanna boogie. Don't care to…