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Birdland may refer to:
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Walter Maynard Ferguson (May 4, 1928 – August 23, 2006) was a Canadian jazz musician and bandleader. He came to prominence playing in Stan Kenton's orchestra before forming his own band in 1957. He was noted for his bands, which often served as stepping stones for up-and-coming talent, and his ability to play expressively and accurately in a remarkably high register.
Ferguson was born in Verdun (now part of Montreal), Quebec. Encouraged by his mother and father (both musicians), Maynard was playing piano and violin by the age of four. Newsreel footage exists of Ferguson as a child prodigy violinist. At nine years old, he heard a cornet for the first time in his local church and asked his parents to purchase one for him. At age thirteen, Ferguson first soloed with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation Orchestra. He was heard frequently on the CBC, notably featured on a "Serenade for Trumpet in Jazz" written for him by Morris Davis. Ferguson won a scholarship to the Conservatoire de musique du Québec à Montréal where he studied from 1943 through 1948 with Bernard Baker.
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Maynard is a name used across the English-speaking world, which comes from a Germanic root meaning "strength, hardy". It may refer to:
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Weather Report was an American jazz fusion band of the 1970s and early 1980s. The band was co-led by the Austrian-born keyboard player Joe Zawinul and the American saxophonist Wayne Shorter (and, initially, by Czech bass player Miroslav Vitouš). Other prominent members at various points in the band's lifespan included Jaco Pastorius, Peter Erskine, Alex Acuña, Alphonso Johnson, Victor Bailey, Airto Moreira and Chester Thompson.
Alongside Miles Davis's electric bands, The Mahavishnu Orchestra, Return to Forever, and Headhunters, Weather Report is considered to be one of the pre-eminent early jazz fusion bands. As a continuous working unit, Weather Report outlasted all of its contemporaries despite (or perhaps because of) frequent changes of personnel, with a career lasting sixteen years between 1970 and 1986.
Over a sixteen-year career Weather Report's music explored various areas, centered on jazz (including both the "free" and "Latin" varieties) but also including various elements of art music, ethnic music, R&B, funk and rock. While their work was often categorized as "jazz fusion", the band members themselves generally rejected the term.
Walter Maynard Ferguson, best know for his extreme high register control on trumpet, was a Canadian jazz trumpet player and bandleader. Born in Verdun, Quebec (now part of Montreal) Maynard by the age of four was playing piano and violin but at 9 years of age he switched to cornet. At age thirteen, Maynard first soloed as a child prodigy with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation Orchestra and was heard frequently on the CBC, notably featured on a "Serenade for Trumpet in Jazz" written for him by Morris Davis. Maynard won a scholarship to the French Conservatory of Music where he studied from 1943 through 1948 with Bernard Baker. Maynard dropped out of Montreal High School at age 15 to more actively pursue a music career, performing in dance bands led by Stan Wood, Roland David, and Johnny...
This is the tightest big band in the world!!!!!!!!!Check out the solo by Steven Marcus, its amazing!!! .........anyway................here it is
This is from the Stadthalle Offenbach Concert that took place 1978.
Maynard Ferguson performing Birdland on the Mike Douglas Show
เธอพร้อมรึยังที่จะบินไปด้วยกัน จินตนาการเริ่มที่ตรงนี้ จะมีไหมนะที่ไหนกัน ที่เราได้ทำตามหัวใจ ทำอะไรได้ตามต้องการ จะมีไหมนะที่แห่งไหน สุดปลายสายรุ้งหรือที่ใด หรือมันจะมีแต่ในฝัน ที่ไหนที่สายลมขับขานท่วงทำนอง และยังมีนกช่วยขับร้อง ที่ใดมีแสงอันเรืองรอง ดินแดนแห่งนั้นอยู่ตรงไหน อยู่ไหนกัน ยินดีต้อนรับนี่คือ Birdland ดินแดนที่ไม่ขาดแคลนเสียงเพลง ที่ที่เธอจะโบยบินไปได้ดังใจของเธอเอง แค่มีเพลงในหัวใจ ยินดีต้อนรับนี่คือ Birdland ไม่มีคำว่าเป็นไปไม่ได้ ด้วยพลังจินตนาการและด้วยพลังของเสียงเพลง เธอพร้อมจะบินไปแสนไกล ที่นี่มีเพื่อนตั้งมากมาย และมีรอยยิ้มจากหัวใจ ฉันพูดได้ว่าฉันชอบจัง ได้นอนมองดูเมฆบนฟ้า ได้มองดูดาวยามนิทรา มันช่างเต็มไปด้วยความหวัง ที่นี่มีสายลมขับขานท่วงทำนอง และยังมีนกมาช่วยขับร้อง ที่นี่มีแสงอันเรืองรอง ดินแดนในฝันอยู่ตรงนี้ ยินดีต้อนรับนี่คือ Birdland ดินแดนที่ไม่ขาดแคลนเส...
Manhattan Transfer Vocalies Live at Tokyo in Japan 1986
JAZZ
His father died and left him a little farm in New England
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standin' there alone
Lookin' at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night
It was as if someone had spread butter
On all the fine points of the stars
'Cause when he looked up, they started to slip
Then he put his head in the crux of his arms
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship
Let the ship slide open and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy 'hind the control boards
Streamin' beads of light
He saw his daddy 'hind the control board
And he was very different tonight
'Cause he was not human, he was not human
The little boy's face lit up with such a naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids
And his eyes were like two suns
White lids, white opals, seein' everything
Just a little bit too clearly
And he looked around and
There was no black ship in sight
No black funeral cars, nothin'
Except for him, the raven
And fell on his knees and
Looked up and cried out
"No, Daddy, don't leave me here alone
Take me up, Daddy, to the belly of your ship
Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it
Where you are not human, you are not human"
But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm
Nobody there 'cept for the birds
Around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions
Like roses they scattered
And they were like compass grass
Coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet
Slit in his nose and all the others went shootin'
And he saw the lights of traffic beckonin' him
Like the hands of blake
Grabbin' at his cheeks, takin' out his neck
All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said
?I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up
I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship"
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it
Where I am not human
I am helium raven and this movie is mine
So he cried out as he stretched the sky
Pushin' it all out like latex cartoon
Am I all alone in this generation?
We'll just be dreamin' of animation night and day
And won't let up, won't let up and I see them comin' in
Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now
It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Movin' in like black ships, they were movin' in, streams of them
And he put up his hands and he said, ?It's me, it's me
I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh Lord, please take me up
I'm helium, raven waitin' for you, please take me up
Don't leave me here"
The son, the sign, the cross
Like the shape of a tortured woman
The true shape of a tortured woman
The mother standing in the doorway, lettin' her sons
No longer presidents but prophets
They're all dreamin', they're gonna bear the prophet
He's gonna run through the fields dreamin' in animation
It's all gonna split his skull
It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shinin'
Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed boxer
Take them up up up up up up
Oh, let's go up, up, don't hold me back
Take me up, I'll go up, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' up
Take me up, I'm goin' up, I'll go up, tell
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up, to the belly of a ship
Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it
Well, we are not human, we're not human
Well, there was sand, there were tiles
The sun had melted the sand
And it coagulated like a river of glass
When it hardened, he looked at the surface
He saw his face and where there were eyes
Were just two white opals, two white opals
Where there were eyes, there were just two white opals
He looked up and the rays shot
And he saw raven comin' in
And he crawled on his back and he went up
Up up up up up up
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way
Shaman do wop, da shaman do way