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    Parece inevitable, tan fuerte es la necesidad de esta música; nada puede interrumpirla, nada que venga del tiempo donde está varado el mundo; cesará sola, por orden. Esta hermosa voz me gusta sobre todo, no por su amplitud ni su tristeza, sino porque es el acontecimiento que tantas notas han preparado desde lejos, muriendo para que ella nazca. Y sin embargo, estoy inquieto; bastaría tan poco para que el disco se detuviera.

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    Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

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    She leaves my side and heads deeper into the apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a copper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

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    That’s the thing about jazz: it’s free flowing, it comes from your soul.

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    She clicked open the door and glided into the back seat like a summer breeze through an open window on the highway. "Where are you heading?", His Southern twang reminded her of home, but her eyes showed him no familiarity. She stared at him, void of expression, her thoughts racing. "Miss?", he persisted. "Anywhere. Please. Just drive.", she replied tersely, not sure if she even wanted her mind to join her in the back seat. The driver stared into her eyes and somehow understood, he started the engine and on they went. Two strangers, a blur of yellow, in pursuit of nowhere.

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    There was no control except the "mood of his power... and it is for this reason it is good you never heard him play someplace where the weather for instance could change the next series of notes-- then you should never have heard him at all. He was never recorded. He stayed away while others moved into wax history, electronic history, those who said later that Boldon broke the path. It was just as important to watch him stretch and wheel around the last notes or to watch nerves jumping under the sweat of his head.

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    The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

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    The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.

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    The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey, created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

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    There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in the darkness of the grave, how it frightens me beyond all things.

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    The girl’s face looks greedy, haughty and very lazy. The cream-at-the-top-of-the-milkpail face of someone who will never work for anything; someone who picks up things lying on other people’s dressers and is not embarrassed when found out. It is the face of a sneak who glides over to your sink to rinse the fork you have laid by her plate. An inward face ---whatever it sees is its own self. You are there, it says, because I am looking at you.

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    The great jazz instrumentalists taught me how to sing and interpret a song. they showed me how a horn can have as much personality as an actor.

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    The thing in jazz that will get Bix Beiderbecke out of his bed at two o’clock in the morning, pick that cornet up and practice into the pillow for another two or three hours, or that would make Louis Armstrong travel around the world for fifty plus years non stop, just get up out of his sick bed, crawl up on the bandstand and play, the thing that would make Duke Ellington, the thing that would make Thelonious Monk, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Mary Lou Williams, the thing that would make all of these people give their lives for this, and they did give their lives, is that it gives us a glimpse into what America is going to be when it becomes itself. And this music tells you that it will become itself. And when you get a taste of that, there’s just nothing else you’re going to taste that’s as sweet.

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    The static’s nice. I could do without the screeching.” “Are you kidding? That’s the music of the spheres, commissar. It’s beautiful. Like old jazz.

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    Those who have not lived in New Orleans have missed an incredible, glorious, vital city--a place with an energy unlike anywhere else in the world, a majority-African American city where resistance to white supremacy has cultivated and supported a generous, subversive, and unique culture of vivid beauty. From jazz, blues, and and hip-hop to secondlines, Mardi Gras Indians, jazz funerals, and the citywide tradition of red beans and rice on Monday nights, New Orleans is a place of art and music and food and traditions and sexuality and liberation.

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    This notion of rest, it’s attractive to her, but I don’t think she would like it. They are all like that, these women. Waiting for the ease, the space that need not be filled with anything other than the drift of their own thoughts. But they wouldn’t like it. They are busy and thinking of ways to be busier because such a space of nothing pressing to do would knock them down. No fields of cowslips will rush into that opening, nor mornings free of flies and heat when the light is shy. No. Not at all. They fill their mind and hands with soap and repair and dicey confrontations because what is waiting for them, in a suddenly idle moment, is the seep of rage. Molten. Thick and slow-moving. Mindful and particular about what in its path it chooses to bury. Or else, into a beat of time, and sideways under their breasts, slips a sorrow they don’t know where from.

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    Those people obviously don't know who I think I am.

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    The very first thing I remember in my early childhood is a flame, a blue flame jumping off a gas stove somebody lit... I remember being shocked by the whoosh of the blue flame jumping off the burner, the suddenness of it... I saw that flame and felt that hotness of it close to my face. I felt fear, real fear, for the first time in my life. But I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I guess that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn't been before... The fear I had was almost like an invitation, a challenge to go forward into something I knew nothing about. That's where I think my personal philosophy of life and my commitment to everything I believe in started... In my mind I have always believed and thought since then that my motion had to be forward, away from the heat of that flame.

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    They call it music, but it's just this side of magic.

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    They had a table near the rail round the huge floor. Bond was spellbound. He found many of the girls very beautiful. The music hammered its way into his pulse until he almost forgot what he was there for.

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    Toca el jazz; no hay melodía, sólo notas, una miríada de breves sacudidas. No conocen reposo; un orden inflexible las genera y destruye; sin dejarles nunca tiempo para recobrarse, para existir por sí. Corren, se apiñan, me dan al pasar un golpe seco y se aniquilan. Me gustaría retenerlas, pero sé que si llegara a detener una, sólo quedaría entre mis dedos un sonido canallesco y languideciente. Tengo que aceptar su muerte; hasta debo querer esta muerte; conozco pocas impresiones más ásperas o más fuertes.

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    To me, Southside was as big as heaven. And heaven, as I envisioned it, had to be a place full of jazz.

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    Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

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    T was in a blue mood , his open reflections on the isloation of his life floating like Jazz notes under a "pink moon

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    Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around their twisting tongue. If a tongue twister's tongue could twist, how many twists would the tongue twister's tongue twist while their tongue was a twisting.

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    We women, me and you. Tell me something real. Don’t just say I’m grown and ought to know. I don’t. I’m fifty and I don’t know nothing. What about it? Do I stay with him? I want to, I think. I want… well, I didn’t always… now I want. I want some fat in this life.” “Wake up. Fat or lean, you got just one. This is it.” “You don’t know either, do you?” “I know enough to know how to behave.” “Is that it? Is that all it is?” “Is that all what is?” “Oh shoot! Where the grown people? Is it us?” “Oh, Mama.” Alice Manfred blurted it out and then covered her mouth. Violet had the same thought: Mama. Mama? Is this where you got to and couldn’t do it no more? The place of shade without trees where you know you are not and never again will be loved by anybody who can choose to do it? Where everything is over but the talking? - Violet Trace and Alice Manfred

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    Today you go into make a modern recording with all this technology. The bass plays first, then the drums come in later, then they track the trumpet and the singer comes in and they ship the tape somewhere. Well, none of the musicians have played together. You can’t play jazz music that way. In order for you to play jazz, you’ve got to listen to them. The music forces you at all times to address what other people are thinking and for you to interact with them with empathy and to deal with the process of working things out. And that’s how our music really could teach what the meaning of American democracy is.

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    Turn it," Thomas said, without smiling. "Play it again.

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    Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous. Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.

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    When stealing from other players, an older musician wisely advised me, choose a different instrument from your own, and people won’t notice the theft.

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    Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.

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    When you scratch these guitars, they bleed.

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    Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

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    You hear lots of notes, don’t you? Some have a major sound. Some have a minor sound. But there’s not one blue note among all these black and white keys. The real blues, the soul of the sound, comes from the spaces in-between.

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    You play me with your jazz & leave me with the blues.

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    A beat is a moment in the life a groove.

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    After I exhausted the blues thing, I got into jazz.

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    A friend told me he'd risen above jazz. I leave him there.

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    A genius is the one most like himself.

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    After two takes you're imitating yourself.

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    A jazz musician is not a jazz musician when he or she is eating dinner or when he or she is with his parents or spouse or neighbors. He's above all a human being . . . the true artform is being a human being.

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    A good quartet is like a good conversation among friends interacting to each other's ideas.

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    A jazz beat is a dynamic changing rhythm.

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    All music is beautiful.

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    All bad jazz sounds like Woody Woodpecker.

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    All the music you've ever heard in your life is somewhere in your head. I don't reject that, I use it.

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    Always look ahead, but never look back.

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    All a musician can do is to get closer to the sources of nature, and so feel that he is in communion with the natural laws.

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    All the classic jazz players all sang and a lot of 'em sang blues.

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    All them weird chords which don't mean a thing...you got no melody to remember, and no beat to dance to