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...PROFESSOR It’s Monday afternoon and jazz fusion is blaring as students amble into a Science Center lecture hall to attend back to Psychology. 1. They settle towards the front of the the room. A poster from an old science fiction movie is projected on the left side of the lecture hall. On the right, the students see a schedule for the day’s lecture. Suddenly, Porky Pig interrupts the music: “That’s allllllll folks!” Gilbert takes the stage. “There are a lot of things...
...years by Harvard students calling to ask for donations. When you were in eighth grade, you had to trek up to Cambridge for your mother’s 25th reunion. It rained the whole time, and you had to listen to fifty year-old Pitches trying to recreate jazz standards.And yet you still applied. After hearing about your uncle’s halcyon days in Eliot or your father’s failed UC campaign, you still concluded that you wanted to come to Harvard. You reconciled yourself to hearing a lecture on the decline of the core...
Before he turned 13, Cuban Jazz musician Israel (Cachao) Lpez was playing professionally--though he had to stand on a wooden crate to reach the neck of his bass. In 1937 he and his brother Orestes composed a tune called El Danzn Mambo, which later rocketed to popularity simply as the mambo when the pace was slowed for dancing. His freestyle jam sessions paved the way for groups like the Buena Vista Social Club, with whom his nephew now plays bass. Throughout his career, Lpez was revered by fellow musicians, but he was launched to international fame...
...coach for the Dallas Mavericks, Nowitzki's team, relies on more than physics. He runs a basketball academy in Wrzburg that he calls "the Institute of Applied Nonsense," and its name captures its unconventional approach. Players split ball-handling drills with tutorials in opera, literature, fencing, ballet and jazz...
Jawad has a vision of what he wants in an Iraqi democracy: “We want language. We want books. We want jazz music. We don’t want turbans. We export them tax free—to hell...