Nix still held Benny's hand, and her grip tightened to an almost crushing force, grinding his hand bones together. It hurt, but Benny would rather have cut that hand off than take it back at that moment. If it would help Nix through this, he'd give her a pair of pliers and a vise so she could do a proper job.
Above all else, [Benny Goodman] was a great player, one of the greatest American music has produced. He brought his absolute talent and his invincible love of music to the fore every time he played. There are many other things connected to society and ethnicity that are often mentioned in a discussion of Benny Goodman but all of them are connected to his overwhelming affection for the art of the music and the fairness it should be allowed to express.
He [Benny Carter] is all that every jazz musician the world over wants to be. He's performed 20,000 nights. How many shoes have been shined? How much mascara put on? Rouge? How many of those impossible bowties have been tied? How many love songs have been sung? How many dances have been danced? How many have passed to the sound of his music? It's been said that a man should not be forced to live up to his art. Benny Carter is one of the rare instances when we wonder whether the great art that a man has created can live up to him.
I'm a very creative person, and you know when I hooked up with Benny Boom, I said I want it to be a different kind of video. I want it to be crisp, and I want it to relate, [and] not to be so far over people's heads. And that's when we came up with the p-t-d-d-d-d-d (camera flashes.) You know with the picture changing, and that's it.
I had never heard anyone play like Benny Goodman and had never seen anyone like him on the stage. I realize now that what impressed me and stayed with me in memory was - the sounds he made. He played so purely. The music seemed to come from him, not just the instrument he played with such mastery.
Maybe we like our politicians to appear like bumbling oafs. It certainly never did Ronald Reagan or George Bush any harm. The Italians still seem enamoured of Silvio Berlusconi - a man whose entry into a room is less likely to be greeted with the Italian national anthem than by the Benny Hill theme tune.
I had the chance to play with Benny 'The King' Carter here in Copenhagen for three days in the Montmartre, and two days in Paris. 'What a Thrill.' He knows so much music, and he is the only person that I get the shakes trying to play my horn behind or with him (smile). However, it was a ball.
From the small clubs of the Harlem Renaissance where he began playing saxophone to world tours for the biggest of the big bands, Benny Carter redefined American jazz. From the start, his fellow musicians said the way he played the sax was amazing. They say that about me, too. (Laughter.) But I don't think they mean it in quite the same way.
William J. Clinton
I play trumpet. And I took all the music courses in college, so I can also play the string instruments, keyboard, the brass and woodwinds - but only well enough to teach them. If you put a violin in front of me, you wouldn't say, 'My God, that guy can play.' It'd probably sound more like Jack Benny.
The first memory I have was my sisters dancing to the radio when they played records by Benny Goodman and Harry James and of the sort. But the record that got me was a record by Derek Sampson, who was a young guy, called 'Boogie Express,' and it was boogie-woogie. Really, it was on fire, and that got me.
The first handkerchief was tied to a second, yellow handkerchief. He fed both through the window and kept pulling. Attached to it was a red one. Then a green one. 'Go away, you goddamn clown!' Jenny ordered. But Benny the Clown continued to pull out handkerchief after handkerchief. Five... ten... fifteen... then... That's not a handkerchief.
It was Christmas Day and Danny the Car Wiper hit the street junksick and broke after seventy-two hours in the precinct jail. It was a clear bright day, but there was warmth in the sun. Danny shivered with an inner cold. He turned up the collar of his worn, greasy black overcoat. This beat benny wouldn't pawn for a deuce, he thought.
William S. Burroughs
Sometimes I get drunk and I get into arguments with taxi drivers. And I get out the cab and I slam the door. That's not the way to win an argument with a taxi driver. The way to win is you get out of the cab and you leave the door open. And then he has to step out and come around and close that door. And while he's doing that, I'm on the other side opening the other doors-and we just go around and around and around, and I got my own Benny Hill situation going on in life.
I was always a fan of the old-style comics. I loved vaudeville. I loved Milton Berle, Dick Shawn, Phyllis Diller, Don Rickles, Charlie Callas, all those guys. Hilarious. I love the Bing Crosby and Bob Hope movies, and Abbott & Costello. My television influences were 'Monty Python's Flying Circus,' 'Benny Hill,' and 'Hee Haw.'
Larry the Cable Guy
I could turn on my radio in the morning when I was getting dressed for school and hear Frank Sinatra and Duke Ellington and Benny Goodman and think this is the music. Now that music is art. Ellington is art. At that time it was just what you heard on the radio. Cole Porter was just a guy who wrote pretty songs and Billie Holliday would sing them.
Chong said, "Do yourself a favor, Morg. Next time you're staring at a girl's boobs, look up. You'll be shocked to learn it, but there's going to be a face up there. Nose, mouth, eyes. And behind the eyes is an actual person." "Yes, Confucius, I know. Girls are people. Wisom of the ages. Nix is a girl and therefore a person. I know that." "Really?" said Chong as he watched Benny vanish around a corner. "Maybe if you looked her in the eyes, she'd know that you know.
Demigodz. I'd like to thank J-Live for coming out tonight. Jumpin' on this track. It's a classic to me. Yeah. Peace to Divine Styler. Eric Vanderslice, the Beatminerz, Mr. Walt & Evil D, Benny Shake, Chris Hampson, K-Squared, shout out to my man Balab Basheer. Bishop Lamont, Poison Pen, Diabolic, my brother Vinnie Paz and the whole A.O.T.P. Peace to Ill Bill, Chino XL, K-Solo, Apathy and we out.
Listen to John Coltrane enough and after two bars, just two bars at any place, and you know that's him. We all have signature things that happen to be similar that you can predict and you try to stay away from that except the rhythms: those pauses, they're part of my signature, the part where I know when I say nothing, I already painted enough, led enough and I don't even have to say anything. But those pauses don't belong to me. Jack Benny was one of the first guys in comedy to make the anticipation so great that during the pause people start to laugh before the execution.
Leif gripped Benny's shoulders to hold him back, but he broke free and chased the truck, pumping his tiny arms and legs with great furry. "I love you!" he called out, when he was just ten feet away. I gripped the metal bars, my throat choked with emotion. "I love you!" Silas cried, as he followed. They both kept after us, sprinting wildly behind the cage. I watched their mouths moving, saying those words over and again, as the truck bounded through the woods and their small bodies disappeared, unreachable, behind the trees.
I'M A MONSTER WE BE TAKIN' SHIT WE GORILLA ASS NIGGAS DON'T WANT WAR WIT' US A LOT FANS DON'T NEED A GUARD AND I GOT A LOT A NIGGAS FUCK A ENTOURAGE HIGH AS FUCK I'M COOLIN' WITH THE STARS CHILLIN' WITH THEM BENNY'S BITCH I'M CLOSE TO MARS WE SACKED UP THEN HE GET ROBBED I'M A FLASHY ASS NIGGA I DON'T NEED A JOB COUPLE RACKS ON YA HEAD NIGGA KEEP THAT TUCKED AND YOU WOULD BE A DEAD NIGGA YOU WANT WAR KEEP YAH BACK YARD THEM NIGGAS STUPID JUST TRYIN' ON CAMOUFLAGE I'M ADDICTED TO THE KUSH NIGGA I'M A DRUG ADDICT PILL POPPIN' HOOD NIGGA TOO MUCH MONEY FOR A WAR WIT' US GBE BITCH IT'S ONLY US
YOU WANNA SEE ME GET COOL, THE ORIGINAL RUDE BWOY, FUCK WITH THE NEW TOYS LIKE PISTOLS, I DISMISS CREWS, SO ORDER SOME NEW BOYS BLAST THE FUNKY BUDDHA'S LOCKIN ASH UP IN MY BODY FOR FOZZY PATSI I BRING SAD DAYS TO NIGGAZ CONSTANT LY! FREAK FUNKADELIC PHRASES CAUSE I'M TRUE SCHOOL I'M FUCKIN MADONNA DOWN TO SMURFETTE DOWN ONE DOWN TO M'BUFU FUNKS FORMATIC, THE FAT SHIT, THE WICKED BASKET FROM CASKETS PLUS I'M ROLLIN BLUNTS WITH NIGGAZ ASHES SMOKE ON THE CHOKE, LIGHT A TOKE UNTIL IT'S PROPER I DESERVE AN OSCAR FOR PULLIN GLOCKS OUT NIGGAZ MOUTHS 'CAUSE I KILL LIKE THAT, PLUS I ROLL LIKE THAT I'M THAT GUY WITH CEREBRAL-PALSY EVEN BO KNOWS THAT BUT FUCK THAT, WE DROP THE NEW RUNNER TO GET SOME GANJA GOIN UPTOWN, WE CHECK BENNY RED OUT, HE PULLS THE SMACK OUT THEN ROLL UP THE BILLS-NILZ, OR BETTER YET THE PUTE THE LOO-PAY, RANK NEAR MY NOST TO ROCK THE BLOCK HITTIN NIGGAZ UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH ROCKS IN SOCKS, GLOCK ON COCK BACK, TRIGGER-HAP, P P P ROCKIN THAT UNITY MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS, IT'S ON IT'S ON IT'S ON