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...Rivera himself spends most of the tune in the upper register of his alto, getting a soprano-like sound from it. His raw and driving post-bop sound combines with Roditi's bright, powerful trumpet as well as Portinho's samba beat and bassist Lincoln Goines, who is another Tania Maria veteran, uses his instrument to duplicate the sound of the surdo drum, the heart and soul of the samba...
...goes by the name of Dr. Rock and has the good sense to go off-mike when the major talent is in the room. In only a little more time than it might take to recite the immortal refrain from Tutti Frutti (for the record, that's "Awop-Bop-a-Loo-Mop/ Alop-Bam-Boom"), the reader, reeling, will have plunged through Richard's accounts of childhood pranks (he defecated in a box and presented the result, gift wrapped, to old Miz Ola down on Macon's Monroe Street) and sexual initiation, which seems to have taken...
...five, when his father gave him a custom-made soprano sax. He played with a Cuban symphony orchestra at the age of eleven and made his first trip to New York when he was twelve. By then, he had already plunged into the swift currents of bop by listening hard to Charlie Parker records his father had bought...
...Cuban inflections keep the temperature high in Paquito's distinctive brand of bop. "He really is a pure jazz player with strong Afro-Cuban roots in his music," says Lundvall, who has moved on to become president of Elektra/Asylum/Nonesuch Records. "You hear that Latin fire. He has a sound that is totally identifiable." Paquito's easy access to the American jazz mainstream is largely attributable to his zest and finesse on the alto and soprano sax, and partly ascribable to the fact that he is playing in a familiar groove, which may stray in a friendly fashion from...
What was the matter with Quayle? The addition of music was not appropriate. It definitely showed no understanding of Eine Leerstelle, a lack of taste. It ruined my mood. Ba, ba, bop, Ba, ba, bop. The sound was quadrophonic. It got louder, picked up a jazz beat. Oh Quayle, for shame...