Word: bopped
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...time. Next week Chuck Berry turns 61. But last week rock's black prince saw his time come again. It began with a standing ovation at the New York Film Festival for the world premiere of Chuck Berry: Hail! Hail! Rock 'n' Roll, a slick, irreverent documentary with enough bop-till-you-drop golden hits to leave the springs broken in every Lincoln Center seat. On Tuesday Berry was back in his hometown of St. Louis to preside at the movie's local opening. On Thursday he showed up in Los Angeles to have his legend buffed with a star...
...Mushers care about dogs as people care about kids," Butcher says. But she does not think that dogs will interfere with having a family. "I could train six to eight hours, come in to nurse, bop out on an eight mile run. I've thought this out very carefully," she explains...
...warm, sweet-smelling atmosphere of ice cream and music behind the counter always floats me into a completely primal mode of being. I drift and bop in a peacefully chaotic world, popping taster spoons until my stomach bloats, bullshitting with my fellow scoopers, or flying into smart-ass raps with the customers...
...published our expatriate novelists, embraced Hollywood movies and dubbed their directors "auteurs." And when the pioneers of bebop pushed jazz away from melody and into the ionosphere of improvisation, French intellectuals were happy to welcome these black American outlaws to Paris after World War II. Bud Powell, the pathfinding bop pianist, settled there in the '50s, made friends and musical history and went a little crazy. Dexter Gordon, a crucial link in tenor-sax bop between Lester Young and John Coltrane, spent some time on the Left Bank as well. Now Gordon, 63, returns to play an American jazzman...
...time Dale Turner (Gordon) gets to Paris to play an open-ended gig at the Blue Note in 1959, he is both a bop legend and a physical wreck. Too much booze and junk, so much energy spent to expand the boundaries of jazz. "Oh, yes, I'm tired," Dale croaks in his slow, reedy tones. "Of everything except the music." Francis (Francois Cluzet), a commercial illustrator who worships Turner's artistry, wants to change that. The mousy Frenchman is thrilled to be spoken to, listened to, used by his idol. He will manage Turner's life and finances, fight...