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Senior forward Bryan Parker notched a career-high 10 points and wowed the crowd with his aggressive play on the offensive boards. In one sequence nine minutes into the second half, Parker elevated above a crowd and literally flew to the hoop to tip in a Sam Winter jumper that had rattled...
Hank Williams? He's on the juke box, singing about long country roads and broken hearts, and there is Charlie Parker, the man who turned jazz inside out as if he'd just pulled it through the sleeve of his coat, listening. Entranced. A bystander asks Bird to explain what he's doing paying such close attention to music that is so beyond--no, beneath--the jazz horizon. Parker has an easy answer. "Listen to the stories," he says, and keeps on listening...
...comfort, who would rise above race and dwell, as he liked to say, "beyond category," in a world of transcendent music. The bright, hard radiance of Bix Beiderbecke, dead too soon, and the huge spiritual yearning of John Coltrane, who died believing in the salvation his music could bring. Parker, the greatest and most lyrical and most forbidding pioneer of bop--a word he disliked--who exerted an irresistible force on the music and a more perilous influence on anyone around him. "Bird was like fire," says John Lewis of the Modern Jazz Quartet. "You couldn't get too close...
...there is Parker's pal Dizzy Gillespie, who said Bird was "the other half of my heartbeat," a formidable spirit and great artist who tried, and failed, to save Parker from the demons that drove and devoured him. Clifford Brown, dead in a car wreck, whose only vice was chess. Miles Davis, who beat back his inner darkness and took jazz to the peak of its last great popularity. Thelonious Monk, a generative spirit of compulsive genius, who applied a kind of circular geometry to the keyboard and gave jazz new contours. Billie Holiday, the beautiful desolation angel, the most...
...Burns, who, he has said, knew almost nothing about jazz until an offhand remark by a baseball player being interviewed for his previous series set him to thinking and got him listening. The rest of us can hear Ellington play The Single Petal of a Rose or Parker lay into Cherokee and be stirred by mute wonder. Burns doesn't have to go the mute route. He gets to extend and explore all those feelings, amplify them and put them all onto what may be the longest documentary PBS, or any other network, has ever shown. Lucky him. Lucky...