Jazz is a musical style that originated at the beginning of the 20th century in black communities in the Southern United States.
It was born out of a mix of African and European music traditions. Its African pedigree is evident in its use of blue notes, improvisation, polyrhythms, syncopation and the swung note. From its early development until the present day jazz has also incorporated music from American popular music.
As the music has developed and spread around the world it has drawn on many different national, regional and local musical cultures giving rise, since its early 20th century American beginnings, to many distinctive styles: New Orleans jazz dating from the early 1910s, big band swing, Kansas City jazz and Gypsy jazz from the 1930s and 1940s, bebop from the mid-1940s and on down through West Coast jazz, cool jazz, avant-garde jazz, Afro-Cuban jazz, modal jazz, free jazz, Latin jazz in various forms, soul jazz, jazz fusion and jazz rock, smooth jazz, jazz-funk, punk jazz, acid jazz, ethno jazz, jazz rap, cyber jazz, Indo jazz, M-Base, nu jazz, urban jazz and other ways of playing the music.
Miles Dewey Davis III (May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991) was an American jazz musician, trumpeter, bandleader, and composer. Widely considered one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century, Miles Davis was, with his musical groups, at the forefront of several major developments in jazz music, including bebop, cool jazz, hard bop, modal jazz, and jazz fusion.
Miles Dewey Davis was born on May 26, 1926, to an affluent African American family in Alton, Illinois. His father, Dr. Miles Henry Davis, was a dentist. In 1927 the family moved to East St. Louis, Illinois. They also owned a substantial ranch in northern Arkansas, where Davis learned to ride horses as a boy.
Davis' mother, Cleota Mae (Henry) Davis, wanted her son to learn the piano; she was a capable blues pianist but kept this fact hidden from her son. His musical studies began at 13, when his father gave him a trumpet and arranged lessons with local musician Elwood Buchanan. Davis later suggested that his father's instrument choice was made largely to irk his wife, who disliked the trumpet's sound. Against the fashion of the time, Buchanan stressed the importance of playing without vibrato; he was reported to have slapped Davis' knuckles every time he started using heavy vibrato. Davis would carry his clear signature tone throughout his career. He once remarked on its importance to him, saying, "I prefer a round sound with no attitude in it, like a round voice with not too much tremolo and not too much bass. Just right in the middle. If I can’t get that sound I can’t play anything."Clark Terry was another important early influence.[citation needed]
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Take a brief chronological journey into the lives of four characters - their loved ones, their passions, and their weekend prior to their tragedy at the West Indian Parade. Empathize with each character as their life as they know it is drastically changed by a series of unexpected events - culminating in gun violence.
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This is the story of a young man's search for the truth behind his parents disappearance when he was a baby. He has recently learned of their possible fate and must journey through extremely hostile terrain in the quest for the truth.
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Jazz, a building inspector, is about to enter a home expecting it to be empty and ready for demolition. Jazz is also feeling sick. When he finds that the premises are still occupied, he ends up in a heated discussion with the tenant. Jazz begins to cough heavily. The tenant feels that he can help the inspector. The discussion ends when Jazz collapses on the floor. Jazz wakes in a vacant home feeling healthy.
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At 17 Mike O'Donnell is on top of the world: he's the star of his high school basketball team, is a shoo-in for a college scholarship, and is dating his soul-mate, Scarlet. But at what's supposed to be his big game where a college scout is checking him out, Scarlet reveals that she's pregnant. Mike decides to leave the game and asks Scarlet to marry him, which she does. During their marriage, Mike can only whine about the life he lost because he married her, so she throws him out. When he also loses his job, he returns to the only place he's happy at, his old high school. While looking at his high school photo, a janitor asks him if he wishes he could be 17 again and he says yes. One night while driving he sees the janitor on a bridge ready to jump, and goes after him. When he returns to his friend Ned's house, where he has been staying, he sees that he is 17 again. He decides to take this opportunity to get the life he lost.
Keywords: 20-years-later, abstinence, adult-as-child, anger, athlete, basketball, basketball-coach, basketball-player, best-friend, big-game
Who says you're only young once?
Back to High School
[from trailer]::Ned Freedman: What are you eating?::Mike O' Donnell: I don't even know, all I know is that I'm hungry...::[squrits Cheez-Whiz into his mouth]... *all* the time.
Maggie O'Donnell: Why are you dating him? He's bullying your brother::Maggie O'Donnell: Who are you, my father?
Alex O'Donnell: [after watching Mike dance with Scarlet] Do you dance with all your friends' moms?::Mike O' Donnell: [Walking away casually] Pretty much...
Ned Freedman: You look like a douche.::Mike O'Donnell: I do not look like a *douche*.::Guy from School: [in background referring to Mike O'Donnell] What a douche.
Ned Freedman: I think our hands just made a baby.
Mike O' Donnell: [after being transformed] Come on, man! Don't you ever wanna go back and do high school again?::Ned Freedman: No. I'm rich and no one has shoved my head in a toilet today!
Mike O' Donnell: [the girls are mercilessly trying to seduce him] Listen, girls. If you don't respect yourself, how do you expect others to respect you?::Lauren: Don't respect me.::Samantha: No! Don't respect *me*.::Jaime: You don't even have to remember my name!::Lauren: [In shock] Okay, wow.::Samantha: Yeah, that's like, *really* slutty.
Principal Jane Masterson: You can plunder my dungeon anytime.::Ned Freedman: I'll bring my longbow.
Ned Freedman: It's a classic transformation story. Are you now or have you ever been a Norse God, Vampire, or Time Traveling Cyborg?::Mike O' Donnell: I have know you since what, first grade? I think that maybe I would have told you!::Ned Freedman: Vampire wouldn't tell, Cyborg wouldn't know.
Mike O' Donnell: If this were Afganistan, you would be pulled backwards through the streets by mountain goats with your hands cut off... just saying.::[talking to Naomi about getting Alex mom a new man in front of him]
What Happened To The Person You Were Going To Be?
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A futuristic research compound develops a new police tool called the Power Glove. Supposedly, it gives the wearer incredible powers by letting him tap into the 'unused 80%' of his mental potential. It turns out that the glove also enables the wearer to take over the minds of others, and one unbalanced police volunteer tries to use this to stage a coup. In the end, one of the three test cops is killed, another survives to stay on the force, and the rogue cop makes his escape. 20 years later, the dead officer's son gives away his identity by using his father's personal martial arts technique in a fighting competition, thus drawing the attention of both the remaining good and evil supercops. The kids and the old guys must then start getting ready for a multi-generational final battle of good vs. evil.
Keywords: action-hero, aikido, based-on-video-game, battle, brawl, chop-socky, combat, cult-film, dictator, duel
Music play
something dreamy for dancing
while we're here romancing
It's love's holiday
And Love will be our guide
Close your Eyes
When you open them dear
I'll be right hear by your side
So...
Close your eyes
rest your head on my shoulder and sleep
Close your eyes
And I will close mine
Close your eyes
Let's pretend that we're both counting sheep
Close your eyes
This is divine
Music play
something dreamy for dancing
while were here romancing
It's love's holiday
And Love will be our guide
Close your Eyes
When you open them dear
I'll be near by your side
So won't you close your eyes...
Intro/Chorus
We got the jazz [X4]
Verse One: Q-Tip
Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound
Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed
So raise up squire, address your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer
Chorus
Verse Two: Phife Dawg
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway
Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mike has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?
I'm all into my music cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat, I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa
Cuz where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you
Verse Three: Q-Tip
Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline
The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass
Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground
In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go
Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
"What? What? What?" - now check it out
All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx a' Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop
To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop
Everybody in the place ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
Good evening ladies & gentlemen
The Brood in jazz
I saw the genius come out of the bottle
freakin' out the old man in the candystore
a sad eyed jazz-cat tried to sell his trumpet
whatever the offer he always wants more
Every hit you get that don't break y'r neck
is gonna make you feel stronger
every storm you survive
is gonna make you last longer
Holes in the paper where words should be
I guess it's holy it's so hard to see
I wanna laugh & then again I wanna cry
I gotta dance, I gotta die
Junk-sick mornin's in the subway train
I shouldn't be there love in vain
whiskey in the ice-box colour TV
& for tonight you've got me
so I wonder
What's the hassle
What's the hassle
You took my style you used my phone
you took my bike you left me alone
I lost my job my family life
I lost my guts my natural drive
The first time I met you child
we were like tigers in a cage
goin' places I forgot
I guess we've got to turn the page
So what's the hassle
Oh how wrong can you be
Oh to fall in love
Was my very first mistake
How was I to know
I was far too much in love to see
Jealousy, look at me now
Jealousy, you got me somehow
You gave me no warning
Took me by surprise
Jealousy, you lead me on
You couldn't lose
You couldn't fail
You had suspicion on my trail
How, how, how, oh my jealousy
I wasn't man enough
To let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
Oh how strong can you be
With matters of the heart
Life is much to short
To while away with tears
If only you could see
Just what you do to me
Jealousy, you tripped me up
Jealousy, you brought me down
You bring me sorrow
You cause me pain
Jealousy, when will you let go
Gotta hold of my possesive mind
Turned me into a jealous kind
How, how, how, oh my jealousy
I wasn't man enough
To let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
But now it matters not
If I should live or die
Cause I'm only left with my own jealousy
When I was born they christened me plain Samuel Johnson Brown
But I hadn't grown so very big, 'fore some folks in this town
Had changed it 'round to, "Sambo", I was "Rastus" to a few
Then "Chocolate Drop" was added by some others that I knew
And then to cap the climax, I was strolling down the line
When someone shouted, "Fellas, hey! Come on and pipe the shine!"
But I don't care a bit
Here's how I figure it
Well, just because my hair is curly
And just because my teeth are pearly
Just because I always wear a smile
Likes to dress up in the latest style
Just because I'm glad I'm livin'
Takes trouble smilin', never whine
Just because my color's shady
Slightly different maybe that's why they call me shine
Say, just because my hair is curly
And just because my teeth are pearly
And just because I always wear a smile
I wear my jeans like a man I mean
He always dresses in the latest style
Just because I'm glad I'm livin'
Takes trouble smilin', never whine
Just because my color's shady
Slightly different maybe that's why they call me shine
A forza di pensare sempre A cielo e mare Ho rovinato tutti i miei
pensieri più belli L'autonomia di fare, di parlare e ragionare
Ha rovinato anche i miei capelli E mentre controllavo dalla torre
dei ragionamenti miei Andavo non so dove Però era meglio che restavo
qui A far canzoni nuove Lo stress che ci circonda a volte Non si fa
vedere, si nasconde Non lo vedi ma c'è Ormai assimilato nel programma
basilare S'è infilato nella scheda che è in te E noi facciamo il tutto
per poterci rilassare E allora ecco cielo e mare perché E se stanotte
non vorrò pensare Dormirò da te Si questo è jazz Perché altrimenti
come si chiama Si questo è jazz Ma solo due o tre volte a settimana
e non di più Perché il jazz Fa bene si allo stress Ma t'allontana
dalla base e rischi non tornare più Sognavo anche di notte Quei
locali un po' fumosi, con magari una nera che canta Ma quando poi
mi risvegliavo M'accorgevo che non eravamo più negli anni sessanta.
Sarà che mi rilassa questo suono affascinante Che comunque ancora un
po'è diverso Sarà per questo che si fa jazz Magari a tempo perso Si
questo è jazz Perché altrimenti come si chiama Si questo è jazz
Ma solo due o tre volte a settimana e non di più Perché il jazz
Fa bene si allo stress Ma t'allontana dalla base e rischi non tornare