The tuba is the largest and lowest-pitched brass instrument. Sound is produced by vibrating or "buzzing" the lips into a large cupped mouthpiece. It is one of the most recent additions to the modern symphony orchestra, first appearing in the mid-19th century, when it largely replaced the ophicleide . Tuba is Latin for trumpet or horn. The horn referred to would most likely resemble what is known as a baroque trumpet.
A person who plays the tuba is known as a tubaist or tubist.
Prussian Patent No. 19 was granted to Wilhelm Friedrich Wieprecht and Johann Gottfried Moritz (1777–1840) on September 12, 1835 for a "basstuba" in F1. The original Wieprecht and Moritz instrument used five valves of the Berlinerpumpen type that were the forerunners of the modern piston valve. The first tenor tuba was invented in 1838 by Carl Wilhelm Mortiz (1810–1855), son of Johann Moritz.
The addition of valves made it possible to play low in the harmonic series of the instrument and still have a complete selection of notes. Prior to the invention of valves, brass instruments were limited to notes in the harmonic series, and were thus generally played very high with respect to their fundamental pitch. Harmonics starting three octaves above the fundamental pitch are about a whole step apart, making a useful variety of notes possible.
Donald John Trump, Sr. (born June 14, 1946) is an American business magnate, television personality and author. He is the chairman and president of The Trump Organization and the founder of Trump Entertainment Resorts. Trump's extravagant lifestyle, outspoken manner and role on the NBC reality show The Apprentice have made him a well-known celebrity who was No. 17 on the 2011 Forbes Celebrity 100 list. He is well-known as a real-estate developer who amassed vast hotel, casino, and other real-estate properties, in the New York City area and around the world.
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The internationally renowned Celtic Irish choral group Anúna - the original vocal group in Riverdance- bridges the gap between classical and popular music with its pure, haunting, emotional, mystical and unusual sound. In a new special, the singers, musicians and dancers of Anúna perform popular and lesser-known Christmas music and reminisce about their most cherished holiday memories. Taped in front of a live audience over the course of two nights, the songs and performances combine dramatic candle-lit sets, crystalline voices, ethereal costumes and ritualistic movements. Anúna's previous public television special, 2007's Anúna: Celtic Origins,spawned a national tour and a best-selling CD, which remains a presence on the Billboard World Music Charts
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Brazil, 1960's, City of God. The Tender Trio robs motels and gas trucks. Younger kids watch and learn well...too well. 1970's: Li'l Zé has prospered very well and owns the city. He causes violence and fear as he wipes out rival gangs without mercy. His best friend Bené is the only one to keep him on the good side of sanity. Rocket has watched these two gain power for years, and he wants no part of it. Yet he keeps getting swept up in the madness. All he wants to do is take pictures. 1980's: Things are out of control between the last two remaining gangs...will it ever end? Welcome to the City of God.
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, actual-animal-killed, adultery, african, anal-sex, ankle-injury, armed-child, armed-robbery
If you run, the beast will get you. If you stay, the beast will eat you
15 miles from paradise...one man will do anything to tell the world everything.
Based on a true story.
If you run it will get you. If you stay it will eat you.
Zé Pequeno: The fuck I'm Dadinho! Now, my fucking name is Zé Pequeno!
Buscapé: You need more than guts to be a good gangster. You need ideas.
Buscapé: [after Dadinho kills many people in a motel] That night, Dadinho killed his dream of kill.
Bené: I'm a playboy now.
Zé Pequeno: Can you read?::Gang Member: I can read only the pictures.
[after seen his pictures printed in the front page of the news by mistake]::Buscapé: Fuck... I'm dead!::[cut to slum]::Zé Pequeno: What's the name of that friend of yours who took this pictures?::Thiago - Tiago: Buscapé.::[Enjoying the pictures]::Zé Pequeno: Buscapé! The guy is good!
Zé Pequeno: Where do you want to take the shot? In the hand or in the foot?
Sandro Cenoura: Have you lost your mind? You are just a kid!::Filé-com-Fritas - Steak and Fries: A kid? I smoke, I snort. I've killed and robbed. I'm a man.
Buscapé: What should have been swift revenge turned into an all out war. The City of God was divided. You couldn't go from one section the other, not even to visit a relative. The cops considered anyone living in the slum a hoodlum. People got used to living in Vietnam, and more and more volunteers signed up to die.
Cabeleira: Hey, Bernice. Listen, I've got something real important to say. Tell me, you ever heard of love at first sight?::Berenice: Sure, but hoods don't fall in love, they just get horny.::Cabeleira: C'mon, you cut everything I say to pieces.::Berenice: Hoods don't talk, they just vomit words.::Cabeleira: Jesus, I'm gonna stop wasting my saliva on you, you sure ain't easy.::Berenice: Hoods never stop, they just take a break.::Cabeleira: Jeez, Bernice, talking about love with you is pretty complicated, isn't it?::Berenice: Love, you gotta be kidding. You're just leading me on.::Cabeleira: But it's just that this jerk here loves you.
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Tuba works daily at a grueling textile factory in Iran, returning home every night to deal with the rest of her problematic family, which includes: a pregnant daughter whose husband beats her regularly; a teenage son, who's been getting into trouble due to his burgeoning career in radical politics; and an older son who goes to great lengths--such as attempting to sell the family's meager house--in order to get an engineering job in Japan as a means of getting out of Iran. Unfortunately the 'friend' to whom he gave his money as an advance for his trip took off with the money, and the son finds himself without money, without a career, and with a debt towards a lot of people. To solve his problems he wants to deliver a package of heroin, but loses it, and has to flee. The film ends dramatically with a direct call from the mother to the camera crew asking what life has given them after all the sacrifices they have done, mirroring the opening scene.
Keywords: social-problem, textile-factory, title-directed-by-female
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Officer Tuba (Sammo Hung) and Police Detective Chow (David Chiang) attempt to hunt down a band of blackmailers. Unsuccessful in capturing the gang, Chow is gunned down and, in his dying moment, makes Tuba promise that he will defeat the gangsters and avenge his death. When Tuba goes on another police mission with rookie Cheung (Jackie Cheung) and tries to woo his girlfriend-to-be Joanne (Joey Wang), he forgets his promise to Chow. Therefore, Chow's spirit appears and haunts Tuba, attempting to make him fulfill his mission.
Keywords: footsie-under-the-table, ghost, goofball, kung-fu, martial-arts, murder, revenge, shootout, situation-comedy, slapstick
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Roger is called in to change the will of an aging millionairess. She has made arrangements for her soul to be 'captured' and transferred into the body of a younger girl. After an argument about the will, the millionairess dies, but her spirit somehow lands in Rogers body...
Keywords: affection, afterlife, attempted-murder, back-from-the-dead, based-on-novel, battle-of-the-sexes, blind-man, body-swap, body-switching, con-artist
The funniest movie since TOOTSIE [Australia Theatrical]
He's a wacky lawyer. She's a selfish heiress. Put them together in the same body and you have the funniest merger ever [Australia Theatrical]
The comedy that proves that one's a crowd.
They say that behind every great man there's a woman. But in this case it's ridiculous.
When rich, eccentric Edwina Cutwater died, a crazy guru tried to transport her soul into the body of a beautiful young woman. But the guru goofed. And Edwina's soul has accidentially taken over the entire right side of her lawyer, Roger Cobb. He still controls what's left. Now, Edwina and Roger are living together in the same body. He's losing his job. He's losing his girlfriend. And he just can't seem to get her out of his system. No matter how hard he tries.
Burton Schuyler: Are you strong enough to continue?::Edwina Cutwater: What? Oh, I'm fine. Really. I'm fine. Tell them.::Dr. Betty Ahrens: She could drop dead any minute...::Edwina Cutwater: Don't mind her. She is only trying to make me feel good.
Edwina Cutwater: I can't believe this. I can't even die right.
Tyrone Wattell: Pretty hairy knuckles for a chick.
Roger: Just because my grandfather didn't rape the environment and exploit the workers doesn't make me a peasant. And it's not that he didn't want to rape the environment and exploit the workers, I'm sure he did. It's just that as a barber, he didn't have that much opportunity.
Tyrone Wattell: I got a lot of friends crazier'n you. But none better.
Roger: You'll have to do it.::Edwina Cutwater: Do what?::Roger: You know, take it out.::Edwina Cutwater: Take what out?::Roger: The little fireman.::Edwina Cutwater: The little fireman?::Roger: You know, my penis.::Edwina Cutwater: How dare you say penis to a dead person.
Roger: You bought me a grave-post for my 38th birthday?
Edwina Cutwater: Guess what I'm going to do?::Roger: What?::Edwina Cutwater: I'm going to come back from the dead.::Roger: Aaahhhh. And what makes you think you can do that?::Edwina Cutwater: Because I'm rich.
Peggy Schuyler: Roger, you go to court tomorrow, we're through.::Roger: If I don't, your father will have my balls.::Peggy Schuyler: Then it's either me or your balls. You can't have both.
Roger: [to Edwina Cutwater] You know, it's just like a dead person to say something like that.
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A black high school student is caught dating a white girl by the girl's brother. He and his biker gang beat the boy to death. The boy's brother, who is a member of a black biker gang, hears about it and comes to town to avenge his brother's death.
Keywords: african-american, biker-gang, blaxploitation, independent-film, number-in-title, vietnam
See the 6 biggest, baddest and best waste 150 motorcycle dudes!
Six Times Tougher Than 'Shaft'! Six Times Rougher Than 'Superfly'!
Unknown: [Opening theme] Years spent fighting in that phantom war Never knew what we were fighting for Guess there ain't much more than we can risk Got to make up time for what we missed! Don't go telling us the same old lies Can't you see the anger in our eyes Litghten up Jack, we don't need no fight But if you mess with us, we'll waste ya, Ain't that right!
Postman: Just saw that bunch of Negros drive out of here. Is everything all right?::Mrs. Perkins: Of course. Why?::Postman: Well, I thought I'd better check and make sure. You know how "they" are!::Mrs. Perkins: Yes. [Looks at the work completed by the Black Six] I know how "they" are. [Smiles, and nods approvingly]
Bubba Daniels: There ain't no tomorrow, just right now. We got our bikes, we get $150 a month from Uncle Sam, but mostly of all, we ain't got no hassles. Got the open road, country air, and the wind. But most of all, no hassles.
[repeated Line]::Kevin Washington: Peace and Love, brother, Peace and Love.
(Trad. bew. Jack Poels/Ned. tekst Jack Poels)
ik ken 'n megje dat woj danse
ik ken 'n megje dat woj danse de ganse oavend lang
van links nar rechts oaver de dansvloor
op en neer oaver de dansvloor vur niks en niemand bang
iederien numde d'r tuba
iederien numde d'r tuba want ze dreunde nogal door
als tuba kloar waas um te walse
als tuba kloar waas um te walse stong d'r niemand op de vloor
refrein: want als tuba ging walse
dreide 't ganse cafe
de ganse oavend woj ze walse
al ging 't behang van de moor
tuba die dreide mar door
op enne oavend nar 't eate
'k zal 't mien leave neet vergeate
ze kos neet stoppe bleef mar dreie
steeds harder ging ze rond
vur de oege van de minse
vur de oege van de minse zakte tuba in de grond
ze zakte langzaam dor de dansvloor
ze zakte langzaam dor de dansvloor en ze ging umlieg
allien 'n gaat dat is gebleeve
allien 'n gaat dat is gebleeve en 'n burdje woar op stiet
refrein
noeit kwaam tuba mier boave
tuba kwaam noeit mier terug
in de aarde begraave
begraave deep onder de grond
Now waitaminute!
Hey man! What’s going on?
Why is everybody always lookin’ at my schlong?
Now waitaminute!
Am I the cause of this racket?
Get a grip. I have a big package!
When I came out the womb, the doc was like ‘Jesus–
Either that’s a broom or a really big penis!”
The doc was right as far as he could gauge,
‘Cause at 8 feet long , I was big for my age.
SO it grew with me, and I grew with it,
And with all the ladies, it was a big hit.
I was in love with my wang- couldn’t argue with that
‘Cause when I played baseball I didn’t need a bat!
Man, I soared through life- I never was a loner
When in need of a friend, I just popped a boner.
And there it was, standing tall in a jiffy.
You could see it from space! They called it “Super Stiffy”
Now these ladies are crazy, tryin’ to get a grip on it.
My wang is so big, one time I tripped on it.
I guess everybody wants a piece of my wang.
Got a call from Biggie Smalls: “Hey man! Let’s hang!”
Now waitaminute!
Hey man! What’s going on?
Why is everybody always lookin’ at my schlong?
Now waitaminute!
Am I the cause of this racket?
Get a grip. I have a big package!
Now at times my gift can be a sheer fiasco,
It don’t coil like rope or swing like a lasso.
Dicks can’t be stumped or suppressed like a cough
‘Cause once they turn on, it’s hard to turn off.
The nights are long and the days are rough
I look in the mirror and enough is enough.
There’s too much tube for one man to function,
I hit up the pages for penis reduction.
It says I need to travel, but I really don’t wanna.
The closest operation takes place in Tijuana .
Never mind, I kind of like the attention.
I’m always the subject of other people’s apprehension.
Most men act a fool when they see me
And make the gasface like they drank a Fartini
Now where’s the beef? You best cheer up mister.
And when they turn around I finish dicking their sister.
Now waitaminute!
Hey man! What’s going on?
Why is everybody always lookin’ at my schlong?
Now waitaminute!
Am I the cause of this racket?
Get a grip. I have a big package!
Announcer:
Round 1, fight!
Tuba:
Now gather 'round kids, 'cause its time for a lesson,
Tuba's gonna clean up the filth you've been ingesting,
How do people go on living with ulterior wills
And possess inferior skills, still?
I can stand back handing out free samples,
Or prove that my rap reserve is ample,
Example: my rhymes are so sick that they're sippin' on Swanson,
'Cause I rock way harder than the actor Dwayne Johnson.
Rappers with beef get dried up like jerky,
'Cause their hustle is faker than a box of tofurkey.
My style is clumsy, drop beats like whoops!
Critics give me thumbs up like a Billy Mays salute.
Got my shine on tonight– designated entertainer,
Let's hope I don't lose it like my last three retainers.
Looking tight in white, fashion sense like the pope,
I'm King Fly-dias, anything I touch turns to dope.
Both:
Here (here) we (we) come with the dap rap,
Saving hip-hop from falling in the crap trap,
Dishing out hooks like a left-right slap jab,
Here (here) we (we) come with the dap rap.
Announcer:
Uppercut! Round 2! Fight!
Ev:
Back in the gum world and ready to teach a couple lessons,
So grab your pen and take some notes before I start progressing.
I needed a sick beat like this just to say how I felt,
I'm a sensei of the game while you're just a yellow belt.
So feel the funk, turn it up, and let your body rock,
Let me open up this style like I forgot to knock.
I stay clean with it like I just got out of the shower,
Look good in anything, I go 90 styles per hour.
I kick a brand new flavor in your ear,
And leave the rest of you to crash like you forgot how to steer,
'Cause I'm elementary with it– I'm so arts and crafty,
I am so proactive, I could probably cure acne.
I am so insane, I should be locked away,
But then all that's left is rappers fruity as sorbet,
Haters can choke on my words like small plastic parts,
Have a recall on my verse and take me off of the charts!
Both:
Here (here) we (we) come with the dap rap,
Saving hip-hop from falling in the crap trap,
Dishing out hooks like a left-right slap jab,
Here (here) we (we) come with the dap rap.
Announcer:
You lose. Round 3!
Both:
Here (here) we (we) come with the dap rap,
Saving hip-hop from falling in the crap trap,
Dishing out hooks like a left-right slap jab,
Here (here) we (we) come with the dap rap.
Announcer:
Perfect.