It's just music. It's trying to play clean and looking for the pretty notes. The beat in a bop band is with the music, against it, behind it. It pushes it. It helps it. Help is the big thing. It has no continuity of beat, no steady chug-chug. Jazz has, and that's why bop is more flexible.
Bop began with Jazz but one afternoon somewhere on a sidewalk maybe 1939, 1940, Dizzy Gillespie or Charlie Parker or Thelonious Monk was walking past a men's clothing store on 42nd Street or South Main in L.A. and from a loudspeaker they suddenly heard a wild impossible mistake in jazz that could only have been heard inside their own imaginary head, and that is a new art. Bop.
I read 'Tiger Beat' and 'Bop' from the time I was 9, 10, 11 years old. I loved movies. I saw 'E.T.' seven times. I used to yell at people who called me when 'L.A. Law' was on because they should know better. So I just have been so in love with the business of Hollywood since I can remember.
My dad was a huge big band and jazz fan, and we both sort of enjoyed be-bop, but man, it required so much skill to play it. And then there was cool jazz, the era that Miles, Coltrane, and Ornette ushered in, and that found a home in me. It turns out that that music was just really where I breathed.
J. D. Souther
Back in the days when I was a teenager, Before I had status, and before I had a pager, You could find The Abstract, listening to hip-hop, My pops used to say it reminded him of be-bop. I said, 'Well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles. The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin' like Michael. It's all expected, things are for the lookin', If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin'.
I kind of work on an airplane. The Burger King brand headquarters is in Miami. The Tim's headquarters and our head office is in Toronto. And we have international offices for the brands in Switzerland and Singapore, so I kind of bop back and forth around all the offices. And I try to spend most of my time visiting our restaurant owners.
And I like Strauss and Mozart and all that, but the priceless gift that African Americans gave the world when they were still in slavery was a gift so great that it is now almost the only reason many foreigners still like us at least a little bit. That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues. All pop music today-jazz, swing, be-bop, Elvis Presley, the Beatles, the Stones, rock and roll, hip hop and on and on- is derived from the blues.
Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!
How can one person be more real than any other? Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who won't talk to rednecks, or if they're rednecks won't talk to intellectuals, people who're afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jacklet humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar's Hell. Some folks hide, and some folk's seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of Earth's sweet gas.
WHAT UP HOPS?TIME TO GET PAID AGAIN CROWD GROWIN' SHOULDA BEEN KNOWIN YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED AND WHEN I TOLD YOU I'LL BE BACK IN FULL COLOR LOOK AT YOURSELF UMMM WELLA IS WHAT YOU SAID AS YOU BOP YOUR HEAD TO A NEW GROOVE THAT IMPROVES THAT MOVEMENT DON'T WORRY THERE'S NO WAY I'M LOSIN' IT'S DOWN PAT LIKE PAINT AND SHELLACK AND AS A MATTER OF FACT I'M WEARING TIMBERLANDS ROOF OF THE WORLD FULL LENGTH AND I'M KICKIN' IT ON THE STRENGTH ON THE STRENGHT STRAIGHT ACROSS THE COUNTER ON THE STRENGHT NO PRESCRIPTION AT ALL ON THE STRENGHT TYLENOL,CODEINE ON THE STRENGHT YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN,DIG THIS... PROHIBIT,EXHIBIT SPIRIT I SHARE IT THE LAWS A JAH ME FATHER AND I LIVE IT RULES FROM A MAN WITH UNDESTANDING SING AND BRING SOULS RING ABOUT EVERYTHING BEING STARTED,VERY UNDERRATED RHYMING ALL ABOUT YOURSELF IT OUTDATED AND YOU WAITING,ANTICIPATING FOR SOMETHING DOPE AND DEF AND INNOVATING FROM ME YOU SEE IT'S NOT EASY TO BE THE LAST LION FROM MOUNT ZION HARD LIKE IRON NEVER GIVE UP I JUST KEEP ON TRYIN' FREE AS A BIRD NOW THE WORLD IS SAFE AND I'M STONE COLD KICKIN IT,ON THE STRENGTH ON THE STRENGHT STRAIGHT ACROSS THE COUNTER ON THE STRENGHT NO PRESCRIPTION AT ALL ON THE STRENGHT TYLENOL,CODEINE ON THE STRENGHT YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN,DIG THIS... SHAKERS BE,SHAKIN',PEOPLE BE,BREAKIN' SHOW SO NITRO,GIRLIES BE FAINTIN' MEDICS BE LAYIN' THEY KNOW I'M NOT PLAYIN' ON THE STRENGHT,YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'? STRENGHT IS THE POWER,ALL ON THE HOUR OR FORCE DO ANYBODY GOT STRENGHT?OF COURSE! I'M GETTIN HOARSE CAUSE IT'S PUMPIN LIKE THE FEDS FROM EACH AND EVERY CORNER PEOPLE BOPPIN' THEIR HEADS INSTEAD OF ARGUING,BITIN',FIGHTIN' AND FUSSIN' YOU'RE AFRO-AMERICAN SO WON'T YOU STOP RUSHIN' THE RAP THAT I'M BUSTIN,SO DOPE IT'S DISGUSTING TRUSTIN' WHAT'S IN STORE FOR SURE AS YOU AND YOURS FILL ALL DANCE FLOORS CAUSE WHEN GET FRESH RAIN,WE STORM OR WORK ON AN ENCORE WHILE WE'RE ON TOUR OR LIKE I SAID TO YOU ONCE BEFORE WEARIN' TIMBERLANDS ROOF OF THE WORLD,FULL LENGTH AND I'M STONE COLD KICKIN' IT ON THE STRENGTH
Doug E. Fresh