Dizzy Gillespie
Dizzy Gillespie
John Birks "Dizzy" Gillespiewas an American jazz trumpeter, bandleader, composer, and singer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionComposer
Date of Birth21 October 1917
CityCheraw, SC
CountryUnited States of America
american-musician care
I don't care too much about music. What I like is sounds.
backward influence layers
Ideas, ideas, backward and forward. His influence is layers and layers of spirit.
american-musician particular whether
They're not particular about whether you're playing a flatted fifth or a ruptured 129th as long as they can dance to it.
american-musician example force ideas process reasons teach
I always try to teach by example and not force my ideas on a young musician. One of the reasons we're here is to be a part of this process of exchange.
music way jazz
Miles got a mystique about him-plus he's at the top of his profession. And he's got way, way, way more money.
music guitar jazz
Kenny Burrell is the grand master of jazz guitar.
blessed wife alcohol
I was blessed that I got married early and had a good wife. That sort of kept me straight. Probably I would have been like Charlie Parker, you know, involved in drugs or alcohol or something like that if I hadn't had this stability.
creativity band charlie
Nothing surpasses my performances with small bands, especially with Charlie Parker. A small band doesn't forestall creativity.
play jazz composition
I'd like to play for you one of my compositions, my only composition.
thinking people want
Everyone wants to put people on, I think. And get away with it! That's the thing: put people on and get away with it! That's a science in itself.
jazz miles stage
How do I know why Miles walks off the stage? Why don't you ask him? And besides, maybe we'd all like to be like Miles, and just haven't got the guts.
player special something-special
There are a lot of great players... a lot of great players around, but Louie Bellson is really something special.
blue eagles hands
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
done apologizing jazz
I used to do a lot of apologizing for what the State Department had done.