Tenorman
Sweet sad young tenor
Horn slumped around neck
Bearded full of junk
Slouches waiting
For Apocalypse,
Listens to the new
Negro raw trumpet kid
Tell him the wooden news;
And the beat of the bass
The bass—drives in
Drummer drops a bomb
Piano tinkle tackles
Sweet tenor lifting
All American sorrows
Raises mouthpiece to mouth
And blows to finger
The iron sounds
poem by Jack Kerouac
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American Style
Violet trees waiting for jazz
Count Basie shelters the urban rose
Dreams rest like the wind making love
Sweet serotonin in pagoda gowns
When you whisper I get hard
Kenny Burrell marvelous like stars
Moves like a good drummer
Darling your hands make music
Billie Holiday never played with dolls
I write your name on abstract jungles
Cities where Duke Ellington played
Stand up Bass talks like Chicago
Scales from India and Africa
Chromatic silk blue as New Orleans
Blue Note
Existential sax
Golden trumpet, Miles in France
There are no mistakes
Democracy on a piano
American Style and Gumbo
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Some Call It Jazz
Evening like orange groves of joy
Joy with thunder and wind
Rain as free as rivers
Natural love with no melancholy hills
Bass runs in jazz joy
Quiet and peace in the sax notes
Laid back and mellow
Drummer plays like a mystic
Trumpet glows like stars
Piano chords with space and magic
Leave your rueful side streets
No games
No class
Just music as sweet as life
Some call it jazz
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Concert of Birds
The mounting lark (day's herald) got on wing,
Bidding each bird choose out his bough and sing.
The lofty treble sung the little wren;
Robin the mean, that best of all loves men;
The nightingale the tenor, and the thrush
The counter-tenor sweetly in a bush.
And that the music might be full in parts,
Birds from the groves flew with right willing hearts;
But (as it seem'd) they thought (as do the swains,
Which tune their pipes on sack'd Hibernia's plains)
There should some droning part be, therefore will'd
Some bird to fly into a neighb'ring field,
In embassy unto the King of Bees,
To aid his partners on the flowers and trees
Who, condescending, gladly flew along
To bear the bass to his well-tuned song.
The crow was willing they should be beholding
For his deep voice, but being hoarse with scolding,
He thus lends aid; upon an oak doth climb,
And nodding with his head, so keepeth time.
poem by William Browne
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River Of Bass
To touch. to taste.
She flows like a river of bass vibration.
To touch. to taste.
She flows like a river of bass vibration.
Sweet water. sweet water.
To touch. to taste.
You flow like a river of bass vibration.
Sunshine surrounds me.
Showering above their greed.
Sunshine surrounds me.
Showering above the greed.
To touch. to taste.
You flow like river of bass vibration.
To touch. to taste.
You flow like a river of bass vibration.
Take me down.
To your river of sweet release.
Take me down.
To your river of sweet relief.
Everyone is sleeping.
This needle is release.
Sitting on a mountain.
Companies could see.
Listening to a whisper.
To touch. to taste.
You flow like a river of bass vibration.
What is in the thornbush.
A thornbush in my head.
Im a snowstorm. Im a shaker.
Sometimes I regret the things I say.
To touch. to taste.
She flows like a river of bass vibration.
Take me down.
To your river of sweet release.
Take me down.
To your river of sweet relief.
From chelsea to essex. every room.
In every sweet cocoon.
Chelsea to essex. in every room.
In every sweet cocoon.
Sometimes I feel her coming
From the other side of the world.
Sometimes I feel her coming
From the other side of the world.
To touch. to taste.
She flows like a river of bass vibration.
song performed by by Underworld
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One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?
quote by Franz Schubert
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Some people say there was no jazz tenor before me. All I know is I just had a way of playing and I didn't think in terms of any other instrument but the tenor.
quote by Coleman Hawkins
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A bass should sound like a bass with the thump of the finger against the wood, like it began with stand up.
quote by Suzi Quatro
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The bass, no matter what kind of music you're playing, it just enhances the sound and makes everything sound more beautiful and full. When the bass stops, the bottom kind of drops out of everything.
quote by Charlie Haden
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At the time, I didn't know that bass would not be enough for me. I'm not a bass player because bass is always a background instrument even to this very day.
quote by Eberhard Weber
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Kitchen jam
Justin sang bass
Shea sang tenor
Jamere and Harold would jump right in
Ricardo was banging them drums
Like an octopus picking up crumbs
kyle and chris were jamming to a rocking tune
Andy hollered a little more cheddar
Babbs said I think I just fed her
In the sky lord in the sky
Lavender Bassman
Listen to my bassman, he is lavender
His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her
Listen to the sounds hes giving
As he is living
True to lavender
Listen to the things my friend is saying now
A poetry of notes as he is playing now, playing now
Listen to the tales hes telling
Magic bass compelling
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
His fingerboards a highway, hes a traveler, traveler
Listen to his fingers making music
Hear his soul embarking
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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That Music Always Round Me
THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning--yet long untaught
I did not hear;
But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;
A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of
day-break I hear,
A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense
waves,
A transparent bass, shuddering lusciously under and through the
universe,
The triumphant tutti--the funeral wailings, with sweet flutes and
violins--all these I fill myself with;
I hear not the volumes of sound merely--I am moved by the exquisite
meanings,
I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,
contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
I do not think the performers know themselves--but now I think I
begin to know them.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Slap That Bass
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
The world is in a mess
With politics and taxes
And people grinding axes
Theres no happiness
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Rhythm lead your ace
The future doesnt fret me
If I can only get me
Someone to slap that bass
Happiness is not a riddle
When Im listening to that
Big bass fiddle
Slap that bass
Slap it till its dizzy
Slap that bass
Keep the rhythm busy
Zoom zoom zoom
Misery, youve got to go
Slap that bass
Use it like a tonic
Slap that bass
Keep your philharmonic
Zoom zoom zoom
And the milk and honeyll flow
Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm
In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass
(bridge)
Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm
In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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In 1972, I got my first electric bass and started playing the kind of instrument I play now. I found that the majority of musicians couldn't bear that. They are not used to listening to the bass because they think the bass is in the background to support them.
quote by Eberhard Weber
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The Perfect Song
If I wrote the perfect song,
Its notes and how the cords
Ought to be played-
The song would be one to
Describe our love's journey
All our highs, lows, ups, downs,
Laughs- our cries—
Its melody would be tailored by
Orchestral instruments;
A shed of electric guitars and drums,
Its beat, our heartbeat- beating as one,
Choir of two, we would sing this song
Lost in ourselves; alto, baritone, bass,
Soprano, tenor- oh! The jollity,
Singing our past, singing our present
And our future- the now
We would sing with our heart and voice
The perfect song would never end.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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We decided to do some of Merle's things with modern instrumentation. We used a flute, a bass clarinet, a trumpet, a clarinet, drums, a guitar, vibes and a piano.
quote by Tennessee Ernie Ford
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I stepped back from being out front to playing bass. So we started switching: I'd play bass on one song, we'd switch on the next song; I'd play piano... we'd play mandolin.
quote by Bob Livingston
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A superb tenor voice, like a silver trumpet muffled in silk.
quote by Alec Guinness
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Apocalypse, And Good Bourbon
apocalypse, and good bourbon.
the beat of the news feels like
shovels digging graves by themselves...
deaths without purpose, lives
without purpose....
the cash register rings,
someone else is evicted,
another factory shut down!
the stench of oppression
is almost unbearable....
fresh manured fields of lies,
pull the strings of the puppet,
make him dance....
(you cant see them,
cant touch them,
they're insulated, shut off
from the sounds of hunger
and naked hearts beating!)
and down the street an old man
dies alone in a rundown house.
the shades are pulled, no one
notices... his old dog
guards the body, waiting....
while two young lovers make love
in the back of an old car...
two young gay men hand in hand
walking and talking....
two babies are born,
and two more die....
apocalypse, and good bourbon.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Charley (Alley Cat Mix)
Charly says: Always tell your mummy
before you go off somewhere
OR
Charly says: Always tell your mummy
before you go off somewhere
Trip Into Drum & Bass version
Little bit of bass
Little bit of raas
Charly says bass
Charly says raas
Bass, bass, little bit of bass,
little bit of bass,
little bit of raas
song performed by by Prodigy
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