ol' man stravinsky wrote this piece in 1945 for his homeboy woody herman, a jazz dude. pretentious hoity-toity types will tell you that woody couldn't really handle this epic clarinet part, and that the 1970s version is way better, with pierre boulez conducting the slick frenchies of the ensemble intercontemporain. and when it comes to 20th century white people music, i always go with the pretentious folk.
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hot damn! burnin' organ fire straight outta newark.
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bug the fuck out.
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ron carter on bass, leo morris aka idris muhammad on drums. this one's a handful of firecrackers.
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so the story goes that lee morgan was pulled up out of the depths of heroin addiction by helen, an over-the-hill ex-prostitute who helped him get his career back on track and put together his best working band, the one heard on "the last session." but rascally ol' lee was seeing a hot little younger honeydip on the side, and when helen showed up for lee's set at slug's club in the east village and saw him with his #2 hoochee mama, they had some words. helen split, then came back with lee's pistol and shot him in the chest, boom, dead at 33.
at least we got this killer last jam on record. give it up for lee, with billy harper on tenor sax, grachan moncur III on trombone, bobbi humphrey on flute, harold mabern on piano/fender rhodes, reggie workman on acoustic bass, jymie merritt on electric bass, freddie waits on drums & recorder.
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America, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
America, FUCK YEAH!
Freedom is the only way yeah,
Terrorist your game is through cause now you have to answer too,
America, FUCK YEAH!
So lick my butt, and suck on my balls,
America, FUCK YEAH!
What you going to do when we come for you now,
it’s the dream that we all share; it’s the hope for tomorrow.
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PUNK RAWK.
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LOOK INTO HIS EYES!
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