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DEFINITIONS OF BEBOP

Bebop. It involved unusual repetition of phrases and an offbeat, angular pattern of sound.

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Joan

Playing "bop" is like playing Scrabble with all the vowels missing.

Duke Ellington

Blues is to jazz what yeast is to bread-without it, it's flat.

Carmen McCrae

Bebop- Improvisation at its best. Established its own creative space thus initiating controversy. Keep it real our music.

Jay Edwards - WCLK 91.9 FM

Bebop is a conglomeration of melody, harmony and rhythm. Sometimes arranged melodically, harmonically and sometimes polyphonically, sometimes contré.  Expressing a theme after which time improvisation extends itself on top and in between the harmonies.

Initially thought to be un-danceable.   Not true, if you can dance......

Sandy Patton (vocalist)

Also include classical influence of chord changes based on Bach as well as rhythms based on Black rhythmic patterns repeated on wood drums and gourds. That's what I think.

Artie Simmons (drums, trombone, composition)

I think it is very simplistic at best. Read my definitions of bebop, vocalese, hiphop and their relationship to each other.

Go to my site www.hipbopvocalese.com and see what I said about bebop in the FAQ section.

Nelson Harrison (trumpet/composition)

If someone has been escaping reality, I don't expect him to dig my music.

Charles Mingus

Thelonious Monk

A record store on Wabash was where
I bought my first album. I was a freshman
in college and played the record in my room

over and over. I was caught by how he took
the musical phrase and seemed to find a new
way out, the next note was never the note

you thought would turn up and yet seemed
correct. Surprise in 'Round Midnight
or Sweet and Lovely. I bought the album

for Mulligan but stayed for Monk. I was
eighteen and between my present and future
was a wall so big that not even sunlight

crossed over. I felt surrounded by all
I couldn't do, as if my hopes to write,
to love, to have children, even to exist

with slight contentment were like ghosts
with the faces found on Japanese masks:
sheer mockery! I would sit on the carpet

and listen to Monk twist the scale into kinks
and curlicues. The gooseneck lamp on my desk
had a blue bulb which I thought artistic and

tinted the stacks of unread books: if Thomas
Mann depressed me, Freud depressed me more.
It seemed that Monk played with sticks attached

to his fingertips as he careened through the tune,
counting unlike any metronome. He was exotic,
his playing was hypnotic. I wish I could say

that hearing him, I grabbed my pack and soldiered
forward. Not quite. It was the surprise I liked,
the discordance and fretful change of beat,

as in Straight No Chaser , where he hammers together
a papier-mâché skyscraper, then pops seagulls
with golf balls. Racket, racket, but all of it

music. What Monk banged out was the conviction
of innumerable directions. Years later
I felt he'd been blueprint, map and education:

no streets, we bushwhacked through the underbrush;
not timid, why open your mouth if not to shout?
not scared, the only road lay straight in front;

not polite, the notes themselves were sneak attacks;
not quiet-look, can't you see the sky will soon
collapse and we must keep dancing till it cracks?

for Michael Thomas

Poem: "Thelonious Monk," by Stephen Dobyns, from Common Carnage (Penguin).

 


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