You listen to that damn record all the time. Sometimes when I watch you, you’re not here, you’re floating around on somewhere out of this world where I can never go with you, and I realize that this is maybe where we should drop everything and leave things at a good note. Then I shake that thought, trying to go back to whatever I was doing before. But you can never un-know something you’ve figured out. Since you got that record, maybe I was slowly preparing to leave as well. Or maybe I just realized that we were never in the same place, we were just running in circles thinking that whenever we spotted each other, that would be enough.
Improvise, run down those scales, run outside the lines. Make music, beautiful music out of dissonance and chaos. Creating meaning where there was none before. Bare your soul.
The waiter brought our food to our table. After a delight ful evening we gave him a great tip. Over all, the waiter provided us great ser vice. I hope to have that waiter again next time I go.
The waiter brought our food to our table. After a delightful evening we gave him a great tip. Overall, the waiter provided us great service. I hope to have that waiter again next time I go.
…and all that jazz, she said, with a flourish, waving a whole musical metaphor in my face setting off tunes to jam to, sunshine to bask in, and possibilities to bask in
All the jazz was about socializing which he hated. He was a solitary sort, not one to broadcast his every thought. He stared at his computer screen, at the twitter roll that hypnotized him with its continual blip.
“All that jazz…that’s all you can think of? Really? Come on? There’s got to more than that, doesn’t there? All that jazz and razzmatazz. Is that really even a word? I know, go look it up in the dictionary,” my daughter uttered, shaking her head as she turned away to go in search of the dictionary. What she didn’t was me, sitting and shaking my head in time with her’s. “Go look it up in the dictionary” I’d said. Oh! My! God! I’m turning into my mother. That’s what she always told me to do.
I have a thorough dislike of the genre. I can’t abide the nonsensical ramblings of so-called virtuoso musicians, the horrible wailing trumpets, the piano bashing. But the thing I hate most about jazz is the drum solos. I mean, just shut the fuck up.
Jazz hands are representative of people trying to ignite some type of fire in other people. They are at pep rallies, dances, etc. If everyone could use jazz hands all of the time, then maybe we could improve society.
My sister. she loves to dance. she is so beautiful when she dances. I wish i could look like her when she dances. Not just her physical beauty but the way that all can see how much she loves it. I Love to watch her dance. She is amazing and so involved with the music. It really truly moves her. And in turn moves me.
All that jazz. That’s from some play, isn’t it? Chicago, I think. I don’t know that I’ve actually seen it. I hear show tunes all the time, thanks to my sister – she and her girlfriend love that stuff. I know songs for shows I’ve never even heard of. Charlie Brown, the Musical? Check. Not that it’s called that.
Hector squeezed his saxophone, lips vibrated and his cheeks bulged, belting out his first, powerful note. He danced around the room, playing his favorite jazz, stomping his feet in syncopated rhythm and squawked out a few random notes each of “Take the A Train,” “Take 5,” and “Hector’s Garbage Disposal Composition, 3rd Movement.” It wasn’t even lunchtime when he was fired from the library.
I never thought I had much of a voice for jazz, but I could at least belt. It wouldn’t hurt to audition, and it would be a fantastic opportunity if it worked at all. Sure, it would suck if I got chorus, but it would be nice to at least tempt to sing Roxie. When else would I get the chance? Probably never after school, that was for sure.
My parents loved Jazz! Both tried to get my brother and I into Jazz my entire life. When my father was dying, he wanted me to listen to it with him. I guess I didn’t get it. He loved Jazz so much, and it just sounded like noise to me. I made him a mixed cd a few months early, and the music I gave him probably sounded like noise to him too. It was hard for me to get him to understand who I was and what I was about. And I just realized that he probably felt the same way.
jazz is stupid but my uncle has played it and he is like super good with it and famous… actually it wasnt my uncle it was my dads grandpa or something… im not sure… there was also a movie i saw about a jazz guy that died that had tom cruise in it
Smooth and cool. Obviously meant to be the soul of things. But is that too obvious an answer? Perhaps. but still…all that. Bodies moving, breathless and innovated, purring cats.
The beautiful jazz music began flowing in through the window from the bistro next door. Like every night at the same time it filled the living room. It enchanted the house and made everyone feel so much happier
A form of music that I hardly get and couldn’t ever play. Of course its most like trading markets. Where you don’t know whats coming next but you adjust and fix on to the opportunity
The music flooded his senses: feet tapping, head bobbing, fingers snapping, heart throbbing. He could barely contain himself any longer. With his suit smoothed, tie straightened, hair fastened, and drink swallowed, he was ready. He strode to the dance floor with an acceptable arrogance and took the nearest woman for a spin.
The trumpet is a very versatile instrument. It is used in classical, Baroque and jazz music. There have been several great trumpeters, including Miles Davis.
a culture that i want to understand. to me, the african american experience, although hard, is more interesting that the cushy white-bread life that i live. jazz, to me, is a symbolic gesture of how i feel. i wish i were black.
There is just something about jazz on a rainy day. The thick warble of a grandfather cello that pulls my heartstrings to the ground at five a.m. Saxophones across the world sing sugar-laced love songs and everything is blue outside. The yard is black-browed and blowsy.
the music filled the room like smoke
of course, there was smoke
too
she looked in the mirror behind the bar
and observed the erratic dancing behind her
it didn’t fit the music
the music in her head
they heard rap and meaningless gibberish
in her head
was jazz
i like the jazz music because it inspires me to work harder. it inspires me to go with the flow and forget any worries. i want to relieve people of pain and provide them with a bright outlook on the future.
more importantly i want to…
I never have been into the music genre of jazz. I’m not sure what it consists of. Also I’m not sure who is the most famous jazz musician of all time. I never really learned where it originated.
it was smoky, dark, it would be claustraphobic if she wasn’t so distracted. she loved jazz but couldn’t hear it, and she was so in love she didn’t care who saw.
i never had a desire to learn a little about the music of jazz. I’m not really sure what it consists of or where it originated. I’m not really sure what’s the most famous jazz musician. I’m pretty sure it was more popular back in the day.
You listen to that damn record all the time. Sometimes when I watch you, you’re not here, you’re floating around on somewhere out of this world where I can never go with you, and I realize that this is maybe where we should drop everything and leave things at a good note. Then I shake that thought, trying to go back to whatever I was doing before. But you can never un-know something you’ve figured out. Since you got that record, maybe I was slowly preparing to leave as well. Or maybe I just realized that we were never in the same place, we were just running in circles thinking that whenever we spotted each other, that would be enough.
Jazz was a free flowing music art form that gave way to hip hop as well as influenced any form of improvisation act.
Improvise, run down those scales, run outside the lines. Make music, beautiful music out of dissonance and chaos. Creating meaning where there was none before. Bare your soul.
The waiter brought our food to our table. After a delight ful evening we gave him a great tip. Over all, the waiter provided us great ser vice. I hope to have that waiter again next time I go.
The waiter brought our food to our table. After a delightful evening we gave him a great tip. Overall, the waiter provided us great service. I hope to have that waiter again next time I go.
…and all that jazz, she said, with a flourish, waving a whole musical metaphor in my face setting off tunes to jam to, sunshine to bask in, and possibilities to bask in
Jazz music was flowing out the entrance of that old cafe. The one she passed every Thursday after work. She loved the introverted walk home.
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All the jazz was about socializing which he hated. He was a solitary sort, not one to broadcast his every thought. He stared at his computer screen, at the twitter roll that hypnotized him with its continual blip.
“All that jazz…that’s all you can think of? Really? Come on? There’s got to more than that, doesn’t there? All that jazz and razzmatazz. Is that really even a word? I know, go look it up in the dictionary,” my daughter uttered, shaking her head as she turned away to go in search of the dictionary. What she didn’t was me, sitting and shaking my head in time with her’s. “Go look it up in the dictionary” I’d said. Oh! My! God! I’m turning into my mother. That’s what she always told me to do.
Music that I don’t listen to.
I have a thorough dislike of the genre. I can’t abide the nonsensical ramblings of so-called virtuoso musicians, the horrible wailing trumpets, the piano bashing. But the thing I hate most about jazz is the drum solos. I mean, just shut the fuck up.
Jazz hands are representative of people trying to ignite some type of fire in other people. They are at pep rallies, dances, etc. If everyone could use jazz hands all of the time, then maybe we could improve society.
My sister. she loves to dance. she is so beautiful when she dances. I wish i could look like her when she dances. Not just her physical beauty but the way that all can see how much she loves it. I Love to watch her dance. She is amazing and so involved with the music. It really truly moves her. And in turn moves me.
All that jazz. That’s from some play, isn’t it? Chicago, I think. I don’t know that I’ve actually seen it. I hear show tunes all the time, thanks to my sister – she and her girlfriend love that stuff. I know songs for shows I’ve never even heard of. Charlie Brown, the Musical? Check. Not that it’s called that.
Hector squeezed his saxophone, lips vibrated and his cheeks bulged, belting out his first, powerful note. He danced around the room, playing his favorite jazz, stomping his feet in syncopated rhythm and squawked out a few random notes each of “Take the A Train,” “Take 5,” and “Hector’s Garbage Disposal Composition, 3rd Movement.” It wasn’t even lunchtime when he was fired from the library.
I never thought I had much of a voice for jazz, but I could at least belt. It wouldn’t hurt to audition, and it would be a fantastic opportunity if it worked at all. Sure, it would suck if I got chorus, but it would be nice to at least tempt to sing Roxie. When else would I get the chance? Probably never after school, that was for sure.
My parents loved Jazz! Both tried to get my brother and I into Jazz my entire life. When my father was dying, he wanted me to listen to it with him. I guess I didn’t get it. He loved Jazz so much, and it just sounded like noise to me. I made him a mixed cd a few months early, and the music I gave him probably sounded like noise to him too. It was hard for me to get him to understand who I was and what I was about. And I just realized that he probably felt the same way.
Jazz music is really classy. It soothes the soul. It is pleasant to listen to jazz on a lonely evening. Jazz music originated with afro americans.
Jazz is one of the famous kind of music in the US. It is originated in the Afro- Americ
jazz is stupid but my uncle has played it and he is like super good with it and famous… actually it wasnt my uncle it was my dads grandpa or something… im not sure… there was also a movie i saw about a jazz guy that died that had tom cruise in it
i dont listen to jazz. but if i did i wouldnt like it much. i rather listen to alternative.
Smooth and cool. Obviously meant to be the soul of things. But is that too obvious an answer? Perhaps. but still…all that. Bodies moving, breathless and innovated, purring cats.
i dont like jazz much
Jazzz music sounds all over. I see you, you are arriving slowly at my table, Jazz music keeps on playing, just like the first time i met you.
The beautiful jazz music began flowing in through the window from the bistro next door. Like every night at the same time it filled the living room. It enchanted the house and made everyone feel so much happier
there he is with his snazzy blue boots. struts down the street, suave as hell. turning heads and all that jazz.
A form of music that I hardly get and couldn’t ever play. Of course its most like trading markets. Where you don’t know whats coming next but you adjust and fix on to the opportunity
The music flooded his senses: feet tapping, head bobbing, fingers snapping, heart throbbing. He could barely contain himself any longer. With his suit smoothed, tie straightened, hair fastened, and drink swallowed, he was ready. He strode to the dance floor with an acceptable arrogance and took the nearest woman for a spin.
The jazz teacher was not impressed with the students work ethics.
The trumpet is a very versatile instrument. It is used in classical, Baroque and jazz music. There have been several great trumpeters, including Miles Davis.
a culture that i want to understand. to me, the african american experience, although hard, is more interesting that the cushy white-bread life that i live. jazz, to me, is a symbolic gesture of how i feel. i wish i were black.
There is just something about jazz on a rainy day. The thick warble of a grandfather cello that pulls my heartstrings to the ground at five a.m. Saxophones across the world sing sugar-laced love songs and everything is blue outside. The yard is black-browed and blowsy.
Blunt as morning coffee.
Jazzy jizzy jazz is the nature of the universe within the Astarian wormhole off the coast of the galaxy cluster Sparian.
the music filled the room like smoke
of course, there was smoke
too
she looked in the mirror behind the bar
and observed the erratic dancing behind her
it didn’t fit the music
the music in her head
they heard rap and meaningless gibberish
in her head
was jazz
i like the jazz music because it inspires me to work harder. it inspires me to go with the flow and forget any worries. i want to relieve people of pain and provide them with a bright outlook on the future.
more importantly i want to…
I here the saxaphone blaring, and I here the pianist chiming in… this is the life.
I see the dim light from the crystalline chandeliers and I know this the place.
What will I tell the young ones, the ones to follow of this place?
I never have been into the music genre of jazz. I’m not sure what it consists of. Also I’m not sure who is the most famous jazz musician of all time. I never really learned where it originated.
it was smoky, dark, it would be claustraphobic if she wasn’t so distracted. she loved jazz but couldn’t hear it, and she was so in love she didn’t care who saw.
i never had a desire to learn a little about the music of jazz. I’m not really sure what it consists of or where it originated. I’m not really sure what’s the most famous jazz musician. I’m pretty sure it was more popular back in the day.