Hooker may refer to:
John Lee Hooker (August 22, 1917 – June 21, 2001) was a highly influential American blues singer-songwriter and guitarist.
Hooker began his life as the son of a sharecropper, William Hooker, and rose to prominence performing his own unique style of what was originally a unique brand of country blues. He developed a 'talking blues' style that was his trademark. Though similar to the early Delta blues, his music was metrically free. John Lee Hooker could be said to embody his own unique genre of the blues, often incorporating the boogie-woogie piano style and a driving rhythm into his blues guitar playing and singing. His best known songs include "Boogie Chillen'" (1948), "I'm in the Mood" (1951) and "Boom Boom" (1962), the first two reaching R&B #1 in the Billboard charts.
There is some debate as to the year of Hooker's birth in Coahoma County, Mississippi, the youngest of the eleven children of William Hooker (1871–1923), a sharecropper and Baptist preacher, and Minnie Ramsey (born 1875, date of death unknown); according to his official website, he was born on August 22, 1917.
Carlos Augusto Alves Santana (born July 20, 1947) is a Mexican and American rock guitarist. Santana became famous in the late 1960s and early 1970s with his band, Santana, which pioneered rock, Latin music and jazz fusion. The band's sound featured his melodic, blues-based guitar lines set against Latin and African rhythms featuring percussion instruments such as timbales and congas not generally heard in rock music. Santana continued to work in these forms over the following decades. He experienced a resurgence of popularity and critical acclaim in the late 1990s. In 2003, Rolling Stone magazine listed Santana at number 15 on their list of the 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time. He has won 10 Grammy Awards and 3 Latin Grammy Awards.
Santana was born in Autlán de Navarro, Jalisco, Mexico. Carlos learned to play the violin at age five and the guitar at age eight. His younger brother, Jorge Santana, would also become a professional guitarist. Young Carlos was heavily influenced by Ritchie Valens at a time when there were very few Latinos in American rock and pop music. The family moved from Autlán de Navarro to Tijuana In La Colonia Libertad, the city on Mexico's border with California, and then San Francisco. Carlos stayed in Tijuana but joined his family in San Francisco later and graduated from James Lick Middle School and Mission High School there. He graduated from Mission High in 1965. Carlos was accepted into the California State University, Northridge and Humboldt State University, but turned down both of the offers. Javier Bátiz, a famous guitarist from Tijuana, was said to have been Carlos's guitar teacher who taught him to play a different style of guitar soloing. After learning Javier Batiz's techniques, Santana would make them his own as well.
Three brothers come together to make positive changes in the world, changing themselves in the process.
There are no small actors. Just small parts.
He's about to explode onto the Hollywood scene.
Plot
John, a lonesome porn addict living in the San Fernando Valley, kidnaps the famous porn star Tammy Wild. While traveling the Van Nuys porn shop world of personal video peep show booths, John believes that Tammy has asked him to rescue her. During Tammy's captivity, this damaged couple forges a tenuous relationship that eventually explodes when John loses his already fragile grip on reality. "Out of Sync" begins on the yellow brick road of porn and ends in the sacred bridal chamber of the soul.
An obsessive fan kidnaps his favorite porn star.
Plot
The mega corporation Omni Consumer Products is still bent on creating their pet project, Delta City, to replace the rotting city of Detroit. Unfortunately, the inhabitants of the area have no intention of abandoning their homes simply for desires of the company. To this end, OCP have decided to force them to leave by employing a ruthless mercenary army to attack and harass them. An underground resistance begins and in this fight, Robocop must decide where his loyalties lie.
Keywords: 1990s, abandoned-factory, action-hero, ak-47, ambush, automatic-pistol, battle, bayonet, blood, blood-splatter
Chaos... Corruption... Civil War...
He's back to lay down the law.
He's Back!
Back on line, Back on duty.
Seitz: What about our friend, Coontz?::Paul McDaggett: Well, if we let him live, then we would have to have paid him.
[last lines]::The CEO: Well, I gotta hand it to ya... what do they call you? Murphy, is it?::Robocop: My friends call me Murphy. You call me... Robocop.
Robocop: [to Otomo] Detroit police. Identify yourself. You are under arrest for assaulting an officer.::[Robocop draws for his Auto-9, Otomo knocks it away and cuts off Robocop's fingers]::Robocop: And destruction of police property.
Robocop: I must commandeer your vehicle.::Pimp: Man, what is your problem, sucker? [Turns around and gapes at Robocop holding a gun] I mean, Officer.
[Robocop lands inside the top-story OCP Command Center]::Paul McDaggett: How may I help you, officer?::Robocop: By resisting arrest.
ED-209: I am now authorized to... be loyal as a puppy.
Paul McDaggett: [after the androids behead each other] Stupid fools. Don't you know what you've done to us? Those androids were equipped with a thermal failsafe device.::Dr. Marie Lazarus: You mean to self-destruct?::Paul McDaggett: In twenty seconds, everything within 30 metres of where we're standing will be atomised. We're DEAD, ya stupid slag!::Robocop: Don't count on it, chum.
The CEO: You can have OCP. It's all yours. Sayonara.::McDaggett: Where are you going? You're going to miss all the fun.
Robocop: [with flamethrower arm in police station] You may want to call the fire department.::[Lights the place up]
Robocop: [watches helplessly as Officer Lewis dies] Officer down.
A comedy about two people who wanted each other in the worst way...and that's how they got each other.
Sean Stein: Your honor, is this justice?::Judge: You're asking the wrong guy.
Daisy: Look, I don't make love BEFORE the first date.
Savage. Ornery, Beautiful!
When SLEDGE hits town it stays hit!
Old Man: You're feelin' mean, 'cause you know that gold can't be taken, and you've seen it yourself. And I tell ya', if you try to take it, you're gonna' wind up dead, or in prison. And that's the closest you'll ever get to it, through six inches of steel. I know: I been closer to that gold INside, than any man OUTside. And I tell ya', it can't be taken.::Luther Sledge: [Reflects for a moment] Oh, yes it can! Yeeehaaw!::Luther Sledge: [Throws an empty whiskey bottle in the air and shoots it as it falls] I knew it, I knew it all the time! Oh, we're gonna' take that gold, and we're gonna' take ALL of it. And you and your tales of old timers don't mean a whiff of cow dung, because you never had the brains or the guts to do it. We're gonna' take it from the INside.::Erwin Ward: [Slightly incredulous] The INside?::Luther Sledge: Right!
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
Back up! They want you, I swear
You got no worries, you got no cares
All you got is motherfuckers who will jock you
Yeah, you got money in your pocket
And you shoot up the ground like a rocket
You move so fast, lord you can't stop it
There you are in the club swingin'
And I'm just standin' there, standin' there laughin'
All the things people have you believin'
I feel sorry for your ass is out of season
Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin'
Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin'
I coulda helped you, but you had to act out
You don't have a fuckin' clue what I'm about
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
I saw it comin' through the line like a full back
You're a crack slack, a fuckin' rap back (yeah)
Don't react, you're not fact
Don't give a fuck, yes, like that
What you gonna do now that you ain't got nothin'
Look around honey, you been frontin'
Everybody knows that you're a fraud! (And I'm making records!)
My salutations, no hesitations
No reservation, just cancellation
And if I blow it then I blow it
Cause I'm a poet and I know it
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
You wanna try me