Dizzy Gillespie
The Ambassador of Bebop and Bent Brass
Bebop’s firebrand with a bent horn and a sharper mind.
They say I turned jazz inside out—spit out the old chords and danced on the new ones. With Bird, I lit the fuse. My cheeks got a workout, my mind never stopped moving, and that trumpet? Well, she got bent, but she sings louder now. I took this music from Harlem to Havana and back again, and if you’ve got ears, you’re still hearing it.
What I'm Into: Minton’s afterhours smoke, Cuban montunos, my beret at a rakish angle, Charlie Parker’s laugh, a well-timed scat yelp
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