"captain, captain, I mean you must be cross
Captain, captain, I said you must be cross-
When it's twelve o'clock and you won't knock off.
The sad-faced, heavy man with the scar over his left eye was singing softly to himself. He was racking up the billiard balls in the pool hall, where he was employed as a handyman".
Começa assim, com versos cantados por um velho homem, Giants of Jazz, de Studs Terkel, obra de 1957 que traça os perfis, sob a forma de elegantes tributos, aos pioneiros do jazz Norte-americano.
Resgatei-a hoje, da Fnac, por um euro.
Os versos com que Terkel inicia o livro são de Joe Oliver, dono de uma história bela e trágica, no fundo, dono de uma história de jazz.
Captain, captain, I said you must be cross-
When it's twelve o'clock and you won't knock off.
The sad-faced, heavy man with the scar over his left eye was singing softly to himself. He was racking up the billiard balls in the pool hall, where he was employed as a handyman".
Começa assim, com versos cantados por um velho homem, Giants of Jazz, de Studs Terkel, obra de 1957 que traça os perfis, sob a forma de elegantes tributos, aos pioneiros do jazz Norte-americano.
Resgatei-a hoje, da Fnac, por um euro.
Os versos com que Terkel inicia o livro são de Joe Oliver, dono de uma história bela e trágica, no fundo, dono de uma história de jazz.
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