#sonny payne

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1976 - Illinois Jacquet, Milt Buckner and Sonny Payne - Groningen - The Netherlands / Pays-Bas

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Jazz drummer Sonny Payne. Source: www.drummerworld.com.

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Omg winksy's goodbye video made me cry for real 😭😭😭

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For all my fellow name nerds out there, I am very pleased to present the second annual "Gloyd Roberson Memorial List of Actual Human Children Who Wrote Letters to Santa in 1920s/30s Oklahoma".

These aren’t all necessarily “weirder than Gloyd” but fall into three rough categories which I’ve dubbed: “that’s got a nice ring to it”, “if I used this in a novel it would be considered too unrealistic” and “you’ve got 5 seconds to name a character that lives in 1920s Oklahoma, GO!”:

Selvyn Atteberry

Dyer Banfield

Bert Baxter

Hilda Bender

Imogene Berry

Heloise Blakely

Burl Boyer

Clyda Pearl Boyington

Okal Brooks

Vada Jo Bricker

Deverett Brumley

Lee Roy Buck

Vivian May Burdue

Donnie Buster

Elmarie Button

Junior Buzzard

Melchor Caldex

Tycene Calhoun

Tiny Bell Callison

Dapalene Caywood

Edney Clopton

Buster Combs

Georgia Countryman

Vantruba Crockett

Alto Day

Buddie DeWayne

Violet Divine

Elwanda Downing

Cletys Durham

Thurlo Epps

Apple Fields

Floyd Fleetwood

Metherine Franklin

Ula Fay French

Wanda Jo Fronterhouse

Irline Fuller

Jack Gritzmaker

J. D. Grizzle

Billie Jean Gulley

Joline Hardcastle

Kaloolah Herrill

Thelias Hatfield

Elva Heavins

Coleman Hewlett

Helen Hillhouse

Virgil Holderby

Katymae Houston

Myree Huffstutlar

Estelline Hurrypack

Blondie Huhm

Lila Lou Jackson

Denver Jones

Vernell Lambert

Sonny Boy Lockart

Dinkey Long (autocorrect really wanted this to be Donkey Kong)

Bamma Lynn

Rep Madden

Standford Mann

Jack Mattingly

Goldia McGee

Madge Messinger

Mauzell Mullins

Jeffie Wayne Muskrat

Archibald Neighbors

Hazel Nickerson

Eulah Oakley

Lyle Oyler

Milburn Partain

Jackson Payne

Montana Phillips

Bobbie Dean Phoenix

Toots Putman

Madonna Mae Rickey

Cyprine Robertson

Juanelle Schneeberger

Billie Jean Sparks

Texanna Smith

Pansy Stetson

Patsy Ruth Stubblefield

Eldon Sweezy

Hoy Trotter

Pearl Vandorien

Leland Weems

Joe Bob West

Wayness Whitely

Buster Wyatt

John Ira Youngblood

Domby Zinn

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Cher (1946-) Sonny and Cher - vocals; solo Songs: "I Got You Babe," "Dark Lady" Defeated Opponents: Françoise Hardy, Margo Guryan, Freda Payne, Ronnie Spector Propaganda: "With an amazing voice, fantastic outfits, and multiple comebacks? yeah, Cher." "She looks like a goddess (she's appropriately nicknamed The Goddess of Pop) and I think she could serve in anything! Her outfits in the 70s are so snazzy. At the time, she had the most number-one singles of any female solo artist in US history. She is the only solo artist to date to have a number-one single on a Billboard chart in seven consecutive decades and she is an advocate for LGBT rights and HIV/AIDS prevention." "mama she IS a rich man! I’m sorry if you aren’t already voting for Cher I can’t help you"

Nina Simone (1933-2003) solo Songs: "Feelin' Good," "Wild is the Wind" Defeated Opponents: Siouxsie Sioux, Patsy Cline, Janis Joplin, Billie Holiday Propaganda: "She has a hard taking-no-shit attitude that instantly turns me on" "music peaked here everyone else can go home"

Visual Propaganda for Cher:

Visual Propaganda for Nina Simone:

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More Precious Than Rubies: Part 4a

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 4229

TW: SVU-typical talk of rape and sexual assault cases; idiots in love.

AN: The prompt was "Everything will fall into place."

The day had started great.  Barba had a grand jury return an indictment on a difficult test case, and the week only looked to get better as it progressed.

He left the courthouse and paused at the top of the steps.  He squinted against the bright May sunshine, slid his sunglasses on, and took in the scene around him.  There was something about the springtime that lifted the relative drear of his life.  The trees in Thomas Payne Park were in bloom, a gentle wind was curving through the columns of the courthouse.  Spring was a season of possibilities.

He started down the steps when he felt someone come up behind him.  He heard a familiar voice call out, without social niceties or preamble, “we need to talk about the Forni case.”

He turned in time to see you fall in step beside him.  He glanced you over as you both descended the steps and paused at the bottom to face each other. 

Your usual pencil skirts usually hit precisely at the knee, but the navy blue one you wore now hit an inch or two higher, showing off your shapely legs.  He was glad for his sunglasses hiding his eyes, but you smirked at him anyway.

“Nothing to talk about, counselor,” he replied.  “We couldn’t reach a deal, so I’ll see you in court.”

Your smirk transformed into a wide grin.  You reached into your satchel and pulled out a folded paper that you handed to him.  He went to take it, and you held it for a beat, making him tug it out of your grasp as you smiled at him. 

“Ah, but you won’t see me in court,” you said.  “I got Forni shifted to family court.  I’ll be seeing a one Ms. Pippa Cox instead.”

Barba opened the paper and scanned it in disbelief.  “How…what…?” he sputtered.

If your smile got any wider, it’d split your face in half.  “Turns out Judge Barth is open to certain studies that show how racial disparities affect minority communities when it comes to underaged people being tried as adults.  She agreed that the case belonged in family court.  I’m off to see Cox now to talk about a reasonable deal that serves justice without vengeance.”

He crumpled the paper in his fist and glared at you, and you only gave him a light laugh.  You waved your hands in front of him like you were doing a magic trick.  “Poof, there goes your case,” you declared.  “The Amazing Girl Wonder does it again.”

You walked away, and he watched you go, trying to ignore the way your skirt strained a bit around your ass and how your legs looked in your heels.  He gritted his teeth and felt a migraine start up in his left temple.  McCoy was going to hate this, and Liv would probably have something smart to say too.

-----

He heard that you and Cox hammered out a deal that got Anthony Forni into a juvenile treatment facility.  Less than a month into him serving his sentence, certain crimes committed against him came to light, and SVU was put on the case.

You had been right:  Anthony’s uncle had been molesting him since he was a young child, and the more SVU dug into the old man, the more victims they found.  Before long, Barba had a strong case with multiple victims and incontrovertible evidence.  It was a slam dunk, and the jury was only out for a bit before they came back with a guilty verdict.

You sat in the gallery during the sentencing.  Anthony was there to give a victim impact statement, and when it was all over, Barba caught your eye.  You did that usual irritating head tilt of yours, but you nodded at him too.  And then you smiled.

-----

May turned to June, and Barba didn’t have another case against you for the entire month.  It should have been a relief – just his usual slate of cases without quite so much aggravation – but it didn’t mean he didn’t think about you.  Just the opposite, in fact.

Barba prided himself on having a good read on people based on first impressions, and that went double with his fellow lawyers.  He knew, for example, within five minutes of meeting Buchanan that the man was a money-grubber without a shred of moral integrity.  He knew that his fellow ADAs were a mixed bag:  Callier was competent but treated the job like a job without much passion for justice, and O’Dwyer punted off any case that he couldn’t twist into a headline or a law review article. 

Barba had similarly judged you, but you kept surprising him.  He was constantly revising his impression of you. 

First, he thought you were just some barely functional law lackey and had landed in public defense because it was all that was available to you.  When you proved yourself as competent, he revised his opinion of you.

Then he assumed that you were one of those lawyers who used public defense to vault into a lucrative career of criminal defense.  That’s what Buchanan had done, after all.  But after a while, Barba heard through the gossipy channels of his lawyer networks that you’d been offered positions with a few different firms and had turned them down.  Revision number two.

He was currently settled on thinking that you really were some sort of do-gooder, revise-the-system sort of advocate.  He saw the way your eyes shined when Anthony Forni finally got justice.  There was no faking that sort of genuine feeling. 

He wondered where your zeal for justice came from.  He knew his fair share of bleeding-hearts in his career, but you were specifically driven – you didn’t have the vague, do-gooder, we’re all one people sort of passion.  You were laser-focused on specific issues.  Something had made you that way.  He wondered what it was.

He almost felt bad – public defenders either burned out quickly or became embittered.  As much as you were a thorn in his side, he would readily admit that you were a good lawyer with a sharp intellect for the law that belied how green you really were.  He’d hate to see you in ten years (or five, or two), that sparkle in your eye and that annoyingly defiant head tilt gone. 

But Barba was irritated by the fact that you were taking up so much space in his head.  And it didn’t get any better.

In fact, it got worse.  Barba went out with the squad one night to celebrate a hard-won case, and he had too much to drink.  Your name had come up over the course of the evening – Fin complaining about you, remarking that he hated hearing your heels clicking down the hallway when SVU caught a new case with a public defender.  From there, Barba couldn’t shake the image of you at the sentencing of Forni’s uncle, when you nodded and then smiled at him.  Too many scotches in, and he couldn’t shake the image.

Liv had to load him into a taxi, and he stumbled home to his empty apartment.  He only got himself half undressed before he collapsed into bed, and the combination of too much alcohol and a well-fought win and you on the brain left him feeling…well, amorous. 

Barba rarely ever bothered to take care of himself, but in the spirit of celebration, he did – and as much as he fought it, he kept picturing you.  His mind, soaked in booze, spun though a series of improbable scenarios:  in his office, in the courtroom, in the SVU interrogation room. 

His mind finally settled on a cliched stuck-elevator scenario that he’d be embarrassed by in the morning, but in the meantime…he pictured the two of you trapped in an elevator (power outage, it’d take hours to fix), you panicking (you were claustrophobic), him comforting.  He imagined you doing that infuriating head-tilt you did, but in his mind, you tilted your face to his, pleading with him to distract you. 

From there, the scenario deteriorated, and he brought himself to climax with you on his mind, and then he rolled over and slept the sated sleep of the near-dead.  He didn’t wake up until late morning, but it was a Saturday and he didn’t have anywhere to be.

In the light of morning, he cleaned himself up soberly, his head throbbing and a twist of Catholic guilt at masturbating in the first place.  He vowed to stop thinking about you.

-----

It was easier said than done. 

Barba found himself collecting interactions with you like a magpie collection shiny baubles and lining his nest with them. 

There were the usual meetings to review possible plea deals when you had one of his cases.  He probably should feel ashamed to have thought about you that drunken night after the bar, but he was always able to meet your gaze levelly without hesitation.  When a plea couldn’t be reached, there was the usual trials.  You usually lost, but it was never a complete loss – you always managed to get more serious charges dropped or found ‘not guilty,’ and you managed to get a lot of your clients more lenient, alternative sentencing. 

But there were other interactions too.

There was the time he saw you across the street of the courthouse.  You were waiting for the light, and you turned your face to the sunlight and closed your eyes for a second.  He saw you take a deep breath and smile at the stolen moment of serenity in what he assumed was a life as busy as his.

There was the time in the courthouse elevator, when he stepped on at one floor and you joined him on the next.  You nodded at him and then turned your back to him, and he watched you and prayed for a non-fatal elevator disaster to strike.  But god’s attention was clearly elsewhere because the elevator deposited both of you on the ground floor, and you strode away without a backwards glance.

There was the time he saw you running in Riverside Park.  You were obviously doing some workout – sprinting for a distance on the trail, then walking back to your starting point while frowning at a giant watch on your wrist.  Then repeating it, over and over.  He had been out for a rare Sunday afternoon walk, tired of being cramped in his office all weekend, and he had stood and watched you from a distance until he was certain someone would call the cops on him for publicly leering at women in the park.

There was the time at the wine bar when he was just settling in his seat as you were paying and leaving.  When you noticed him, you smiled and repeated the magic-trick gesture that you’d done with the Forni case.  Then you left, and Barba found out the next morning that you’d yanked another case out from under his nose.

There was the conference on sexual crimes and cyberspace, and Barba only noticed you during a break before the keynote.  You stood at the refreshments table and frowned at the offerings of stale bagels and burnt coffee, and he watched you sigh heavily before you speared a few slices of cantaloupe.  He walked over to stand beside you, and he pretended to get a coffee.

“Counselor,” he said in greeting.  “Learning about the new crimes you’ll have to defend?”

He watched you turn to face him, and he watched you look him up and down.  He was glad to have worn one of his better suits, but he still wondered what you thought of him.  Your mouth twisted into one of your half smiles, but that could mean literally anything with you.

“I have to stay one step ahead of the D.A.’s office,” you admitted.  “They have some really tough lawyers over there.”  You paused a beat, then added, “O’Dwyer is one of the best, honestly.”

Then you snorted at the look on his face and walked away with your plate of fruit, leaving Barba flustered with his cup of awful coffee.

********

You loved your job.  You lost more than you won, but that was the life of a public defender, and you managed to divert a fair share of non-violent and first-time offenders into alternative sentencing arrangements.

The best was when you scored a hit against ADA Barba.  You were cordial with the other ADAs – Callier, O’Dwyer, Niles – but Barba was linked to SVU and pompous to boot.  You wondered if he learned how to smirk at Harvard, or if it was a natural talent.

You didn’t know how he was with other defense lawyers, but he seemed to enjoy arguing with you.  You’d been offended by the “girl wonder” comment, but then you leaned into it, tossing it back in his face when you beat him.  You loved the way his handsome face got stony, how his green eyes turned stormy when you bested him. 

The best was when he clenched his jaw so hard that you could hear his molars straining under the pressure.  You made a deal with yourself:  if you got him to crack a tooth in frustration, you’d take a long weekend and go to the Catskills for a mini-vacation. 

And if he never did, at least you could enjoy needling him.  You loved throwing him off his game.  Barba was just another politically-minded ADA, taking certain cases so that he could claim the “tough on crime” tag when he made his eventual run at a judgeship. 

Still, he seemed okay as a person.  You may even vote for him, if he ran for an elected position.  Maybe turn up to one of his campaign events just to stare at him and wait for him to blink first.  Or imply that one of his coworkers was better than him, like you did when you ran into him at a conference.  The look on his face, somewhere between surprise and offense, had been hilarious.

Your life had a comforting rhythm.  You worked.  You went home.  You ate lunch too often at Salvadoreño, probably keeping them afloat with your addiction to their pupusas.  You took up a half-marathon training plan to justify your daily lunch calorie count.  You hung out with your friends when you had free time, and you just contributed to an ongoing text string when you didn’t have time.  Your friends were mostly lawyers too, and no one had time for anything other than work.

Work was a convenient excuse for your appalling lack of love life.  After Sonny, you refused to date for a while.  Once the heartache faded a bit, you went on a few first dates that were like slow-motion train wrecks.  The Wall Street guy who spent the evening on his phone.  The Bronx ADA who lambasted your job.  The corporate lawyer who talked about himself the entire evening and then parted ways with you on the street afterwards after telling you that you weren’t his type, physically.

You only saw Sonny sometimes at work.  It could have been easy to fall back into bad habits, but he kept his distance from you and only exchanged the smallest of small talk.  Every so often, you caught him looking at you with a woebegone look on his face, but more often than not, he was joined at the hip to Amanda.  Leaning on her desk with his lanky legs stretched out in front of him.  Sitting in interrogation with her.  Bringing her a ginger ale from the breakroom.  Trotting after her like a puppy when a new case came in.

Almost two years later, and it still nettled to see it.

You were in the 16th precinct to talk with a new client who was going to be arraigned the next day.  It was a Barba case, and you each did your usual snark-filled banter across the interrogation table.  His eyes got their usual glint in them that made you question, as usual, if he was turned on by arguing.  Then your client was led out in handcuffs, and you assured him that you’d be there in the morning for his arraignment.

When you went to leave the room, Barba opened the door for you and then fell in step with you.  He was saying something about the case, making a final bid for some deal, but you barely heard him.  As you walked through the precinct bullpen, your eyes drifted to Sonny and Amanda standing by the big-screen in the corner. 

And you saw, clearly, that Amanda was pregnant.

It was like a punch in the gut, pulling all the wind from you.  Your eyes went from her swelling stomach to Sonny’s face – who was looking directly at you with his bright blue eyes.  The expression on his face was unreadable, and you turned away and walked as quickly as you could to the elevator.  Barba matched your speed and kept up with you, but he had fallen silent.  He watched you jam the ‘down’ button furiously, then joined you when the elevator doors slid open.  He watched you jam the ‘door shut’ button just as angrily.  You heard Sonny call your name from the hallway, and you hit the button and kept hitting it until you felt a tentative hand on your wrist.

“It’s shut,” said Barba softly.  “You can stop.”

You couldn’t look at him.  Your vision was blurry with tears as you stared at the elevator panel.  You hadn’t meant to start crying – it felt like an involuntary reflex, seeing Amanda pregnant and Sonny solicitous with her.  How long had he waited before he started sleeping with her after you broke up with him?  Had he already been sleeping with her?  Your mind stretched back to all the broken dates and the times he stood you up to be with her….

And of course, the one single time you got emotional at work, it had to be in front of your harshest competitor.  You could envision a long stretch ahead of you where Barba mocked you for crying every time you tried to hash out a plea deal. 

But he didn’t say anything right now.  He removed his hand from your wrist and reached into his suit jacket.  He pulled out a handkerchief – an actual cloth handkerchief, like some member of the landed gentry in a period piece, for fuck’s sake – and handed it to you without a word.  You took it but just stared at it; it was a blindingly snowy white, and it felt like a bridge too far to wipe your tear-stained face on it, especially with his embroidered initials staring back at you. 

When the elevator deposited you on the ground floor, Barba put his hand on your upper back lightly and steered you towards the ladies room, plucking his handkerchief from your hand and pushing you inside the bathroom. 

He didn’t follow, thank god.  You stood at the mirror and braced yourself against the sink.  You took deep breaths.  You pushed aside the mental image of Amanda and Sonny together.  Not just pushed – you shoved it into a box, taped it shut, and tossed it into a dark corner of your mind with the rest of the awful life experiences that you compartmentalized.  You were pretty good at it – you had lots of experience, after all.

You waited a long moment, just staring at your own reflection.  You felt like an idiot.  Of course Sonny would end up with Amanda.  And regardless of when it happened, it didn’t matter anymore.  You weren’t together. 

What did matter was keeping your composure, especially in front of people like the entire SVU squad and ADA Barba.

When you exited the bathroom, the latter was standing outside, waiting for you.  But if you expected him to smirk or gloat at your sudden show of emotion, you would be wrong.  He just stood there, sharp in his black three-piece suit, with a look of concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and he didn’t sound like he was teasing, so you nodded at him.

“You look like you need a drink,” he continued, and he gestured for you to walk with him.  You did.

“It’s only 11:30 in the morning,” you replied with a watery laugh, and he held the door for you as you both left the building.

“Lunch then,” he said.  He took your elbow and steered you out to the street.  “And a glass of wine wouldn’t hurt.”  You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off and led you towards a little Italian place on the corner.  “You’d be surprised how much smaller problems seem on a full stomach and a bit of pinot.”

You followed him mutely into the tiny restaurant, to the tiny table jammed against a wall.  You ordered a Caesar salad and allowed him to order you a glass of pinot, and he placed his order too.  When the waiter dropped off your drinks and left, you braced yourself for whatever snarky comments Barba had planned.

You were wrong again.  He didn’t even mention your dramatic scene at the 16th.  He asked how you liked being a public defender, then segued to talking about lawyers you both knew.  It turned out that you had a lot of mutual acquaintances – the law community of New York City and its surrounding environs was shockingly small.

When your food came, the conversation shifted to your individual experiences at law school.  It turned out that you were both scholarship kids and knew the divide it could cause with your fellow classmates.  You were both editors of your respective law reviews too.

“Though Harvard Law has a little more brand recognition,” you admitted with a small smile, and Barba only shrugged modestly and asked what topics you had written about.

It felt weird that it wasn’t weird, sitting across from your toughest opponent, eating lunch and chatting about things casually instead of bickering about plea arrangements.  And, to his credit, you had barely thought about Sonny and Amanda since you sat down to eat.  You’d have to revise your opinion of him as a pompous type.  Maybe a person could be pompous and nice.

The waiter bussed your empty dishes and dropped the check, which Barba took without comment and paid.  When you tried to protest, he made a snarky comment about your paltry salary as a public defender, so you glared at him.

You both stood to leave, and you each paused on the sidewalk in awkward silence.  You finally spoke up to thank him, and you hoped he knew it wasn’t just for the salad and wine.

He cleared his throat.  “It’s probably not what you’re thinking it is,” he said.  “But I know what you’re going through.”  He sighed, paused, then added, “everything will fall into place.”

You dropped your head and looked at your feet on the sidewalk.  “I don’t want your pity, Barba.”

He swung his briefcase to nudge it against your own satchel, making you look up at him.  “If you think for one second I’m going to go easy on you, Fordham Law, you have another thing coming,” he said with a smirk.  “No pity.  And no mercy either.”

“Bring it, Harvard Law,” you replied with a grateful smile.  His smirk turned into a smile in return, and he parted ways with you – he walked to the left, and you walked to the right.

-----

You kept the Sonny and Amanda situation carefully compartmentalized over the next month.  Sonny tried to talk to you once in the precinct, but you carefully kept the discussion focused on the new suspect you were representing.  He eventually stopped trying, and you had a way of unfocusing your gaze when it drifted over your ex-boyfriend and Amanda.

Work was busy, you ran a lot with your training group, and any time your mind drifted to those thoughts, you shoved them away by focusing on other things.

Barba, for example.  Still pompous, and not granting you an inch, as promised.  He was still your toughest ADA:  Callier was always open to reasonable deals, O’Dwyer ducked most of the cases you handled…but Barba always had fight in him.  You could put the best deal on the table and he’d still argue with you about it, layering in platitudes about the law and justice while accusing you of being a softy.

You argued at SVU, you argued in court.  You each got pulled into chambers and argued your points there.  Judge Hawkins, herself a champion smirker, watched the two of you bicker for a full five minutes before she interjected and told you to get a room.  Barba sputtered in shock, which allowed you to get your final point in without interruption, but Hawkins split the difference and only threw out half the evidence you were trying to get expunged.  It was still better than nothing.

You still glared at each other during court, but there was no real weight behind it.  He started calling you “Fordham Law” all the time, which was miles better than “Girl Wonder.”  In return, you started shaking his hand after trials concluded, even the ones where he won. 

And if you felt anything when his warm hand enveloped yours, you compartmentalized that too.

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Los Angeles in The Crooked Way (1949) 

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Director: Robert Florey

Cinematographer: John Alton

Performers: John Payne, Rhys Williams, Sonny Tufts, Ellen Drew, Barbara Pepper, Snub Pollard

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LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

PERCY FRANCE, LE SAXOPHONISTE QUI A FAILLI ÉCLIPSER SONNY ROLLINS

“Percy was one of the tenor players that I had to compete with when I was making my reputation as a young saxophonist. He was probably the best player around at that time; I never could beat him. We were good friends, and I think of him as my brother.” 

- Sonny Rollins

Né le 15 août 1928 à New York, Percy France avait grandi dans les prospères communautés afro-américaines de San Juan Hill et de Sugar Hill, près de New York. France a fait ses études secondaires au Benjamin Franklin High School. Après avoir étudié la clarinette et le piano, France avait démontré de remarquables aptitudes pour les instruments à vent en bois. Grand admirateur de Don Byas, France s’était acheté son propre saxophone ténor à l’âge de treize ans.

À l’époque, France avait un cousin appelé Jimmy Powell avec qui il avait l’habitude d’assister à des concerts de jazz. Avec l’aide de son cousin, France était même monté sur scène et avait joué de la clarinette avec Fats Waller. France avait également un camarade de classe appelé Sonny Rollins. Les deux jeunes, qui étaient du même âge, avait joué ensemble dans le groupe de l’école et étaient demeurés de grands amis durant toute leur existence. Faisant l’éloge de France, Rollins avait déclaré à son sujet: “Percy was one of the tenor players that I had to compete with when I was making my reputation as a young saxophonist. He was probably the best player around at that time; I never could beat him. We were good friends, and I think of him as my brother.” 

DÉBUTS DE CARRIÈRE

Après avoir décroché son diplôme du high school, France était devenu un saxophoniste et clarinettiste réputé. Après avoir fait ses débuts sur disque avec la chanteuse Betty Mays en 1949, France était parti en tournée pour la première fois avec une autre chanteuse portant le nom d’Elaine Kirby. France avait aussi énormément travaillé avec son vieil ami Sonny Rollins à l’époque où ce dernier avait formé un groupe de danse qui se produisait au célèbre Audubon Ballroom. Au cours de cette période, France avait également collaboré avec le saxophoniste baryton Sonny Payne, avec le batteur Michael Silva, avec les saxophonistes ténor Morris Lane et Johnny Griffin, et avec les trombonistes J.J. Johnson et Kai Winding.

Habitué du Minton’s Playhouse, France avait assisté régulièrement aux jam sessions dirigées par les musiciens bop après le retour de Charlie Parker de Californie en 1947.

À la recommandation d’un musicien non identifié. France s’était joint au groupe de rhythm & blues de l’organiste Bill Doggett en 1952. À l’époque, Doggett avait eu l’idée d’ajouter un saxophoniste à son groupe afin de mieux le distinguer des autres formation. Doggett avait vu juste, et son groupe était devenu une des formations orgue-saxophone les plus populaires de l’époque. France avait obtenu tellement de succès avec le groupe qu’il avait joué avec des formations avec orgue durant toute sa carrière. Le groupe interprétait également des standards du jazz et des balades. France était demeuré avec le groupe durant quelques années. Il avait non seulement participé à plusieurs tournées, mais il avait fait plusieurs apparitions dans les clubs avec le groupe en plus de collaborer aux premiers albums de la formation (il avait participé à pratiquement toutes les sessions de la nouvelle étiquette King Records). France avait même collaboré à quelques pièces de théâtre.

Faisant le bilan de sa collaboration avec France quarante ans plus tard, Doggett avait salué son "unique ability to be able to build a solo. He would start off simply... and pick you up and carry you with him with his solos, as a singer would do, just lift you, and you don't know what's happening to you, but you're enjoying it." Commentant le jeu de France sur le standard “The Nearness Of You”, Doggett avait ajouté:

“To listen to some of those interludes and little things that he played in his solo was just unique. We didn’t have to do much rehearsing at all, because I would just say, ‘Well, I’m going to make the introduction, and after that you pick up the melody line.  Or I would say, ‘Well, I got the middle and you got the last eight.’ I would play the chords.  And he would play the feeling.  And he played some of the most melodic solos that I had ever heard in my life." 

Durant le reste de sa carrière, France avait continué d’interpréter des pièces associées à son séjour avec le groupe de Doggett.

Après avoir quitté le groupe de Doggett, France s’était brièvement associé avec les disques Blue Note, notamment dans le cadre de sessions avec l’organiste Jimmy Smith (enregistré en 1960, l’album Home Cookin' était devenu son enregistrement le plus connu en carrière). Même si France n’avait jamais enregistré comme leader pour Blue Note, il était retourné en studio en 1962 pour enregistrer le premier album de l’organiste Freddie Roach, Down to Earth.

France avait connu une des collaborations les plus durables de sa carrière avec un autre organiste, Sir Charles Thompson, avec qui il avait enregistré l’album Thompson's And The Swing Organ en 1959. À l’époque, le groupe de Thompson partageait régulièrement la scène avec Count Basie. Ce dernier montait même à l’occasion sur scène avec le groupe.

GRAND RETOUR ET DÉCÈS

Victime de différents problèmes personnels et de la baisse de popularité du jazz, France avait mis sa carrière sur pause dans les années 1960. Déterminé à redevenir musicien à plein temps, France avait fait un retour  dans les années 1970 et 1980, se produisant notamment au West End Bar et dans d’autres clubs de New York comme leader de ses propres groupes, souvent en remplacement d’autres groupes comme ceux de Papa Jo Jones (Jo Jones and Friends) et de Russell Procope (Ellingtonia). Parmi les groupes dirigés par France à cette époque, on remarquait Rhythm & Jazz and Honky Tonk, Part 3.

C’est au West End que France avait rencontré le saxophoniste, compositeur et écrivain Allen Lowe. Ce dernier, qui adorait le jeu de France, n’avait jamais pu comprendre pourquoi il était si peu connu. Non seulement Lowe avait enregistré avec France à quelques reprises, mais il lui avait également décroché des contrats.

En 1982, France avait remplacé Buddy Tate dans le groupe Two-Tenor Boogie de Sammy Price (qui comprenait notamment Eddie Barefield au ténor). France était demeuré avec le groupe jusqu’en avril 1990, lorsqu’il s’était produit sur les ondes de WKCR-FM avec la formation. Le groupe avait également joué au Festival de jazz de Berne en 1987. France avait aussi enregistré avec Price dans le cadre d’une session dirigée par Lance Hayward le 28 octobre 1984. France avait également joué avec Hayward au club Village Corner avec qui il avait enregistré le 11 mars 1984 peu avant la fermeture du club. Au cours de cette période, France avait aussi joué avec les New Yorkers de Joe Albany et le groupe Jo Jones and Friends. France avait également fait une tournée en Europe en 1982 et 1983 avec le Oliver Jackson Trio, avec qui il avait enregistré un album sur l’étiquette française Black & Blue en septembre 1982.

En 1988, à la recommandation du disc jockey et historien du jazz Phil Schaap, France avait été recruté par la maison d’édition Simon & Schuster pour improviser des intermèdes au saxophone pour une série de livres enregistrés de l’auteur de romans policiers Mickey Spillane. C’est l’acteur Stacy Keach qui faisait la narration. En 1990, France avait aussi joué dans un club appelé Showmans, où il s’était produit avec un trio comprenant Bobby Forester à l’orgue (on n’en sort pas !) et Tootsie Bean à la batterie.  

Après qu’on lui ait diagnostiqué un cancer en 1990, France avait cessé de se produire à New York. France marchait sur la rue lorsqu’il avait été frappé mortellement par un véhicule le 4 janvier 1992. Mort dans le plus complet anonymat, France avait seulement soixante-trois ans. France avait toujours vécu à New York.

Caractérisé par un jeu très soul (il se spécialisait notamment dans les ballades), France avait une sonorité très chaude et très sensuelle. Décrivant le jeu de France, le producteur Michael Cuscuna l’avait qualifié de “one of those big-toned tenor players who blended muscle with vulnerability in his soulful performances.  Like Ike Quebec and Buddy Terry and so many more, his exquisite voice did not extend beyond the New York metropolitan area, but fortunately his work was captured on a number of recordings.” Pour sa part, le critique Sascha Feinstein avait décrit le jeu de France comme “an irresistible combination of integrity, confidence, swing, and soul.” Quant à Phil Schaap, il avait déclaré: “Percy France played the way he spoke, which was heartfelt and soulful… He was philosophical in a very warm and human sense.  He wasn’t overly spiritual or religious, but he was very, very soulful and straightforward.  And he could kind of convert you to whatever he was trying to impart to you just by saying it, or by playing it.”  Rendant hommage à son ami, le collaborateur de longue date de France, l’organiste Bill Doggett, avait commenté: “He was a wonderful man, a wonderful friend, and a wonderful musician.”

©-2024, tous droits réservés, Les Productions de l’Imaginaire historique

SOURCES:

JOHNSON, David. ‘’Out Of The Shadows: Percy France.’’ Indiana University, 10 août 2022.

‘’Percy France.’’ All About Jazz, 2024.

‘’Percy France.’’ Wikipedia, 2024.

SCHAAP, Phil. ‘’A Biography of Percy France.’’ WKCR, 11 janvier 1992.

[justanoasisimagines]

List of Fandoms/Characters I write for...

House of the Dragon ❀Criston Cole ❀Aemond Targaryen ❀Aegon II Targaryen ❀Harwin Strong ❀Cregan Stark ❀Gwayne Hightower ❀Cregan Stark

Game of Thrones ❀Sandor Clegane ❀Tormund Giantsbane ❀Podrick Payne ❀Jon Snow ❀Robb Stark ❀Theon Grejoy ❀Jorah Mormont ❀Samwell Tarly ❀Gendry Waters ❀Tyrion Lannister ❀Jaime Lannister ❀Oberyn Martell ❀Ramsay Bolton ❀Viserys Targaryen ❀Khal Drago ❀Daario Naharis ❀Dickon Tarly ❀Koner ❀Ser Davos Seaworth

The Walking Dead ❀Rick Grimes ❀Shane Walsh ❀Merle Dixon ❀Daryl Dixon ❀Glenn Rhee ❀Jerry ❀Negan ❀Milton Mamet ❀Ceasar Martinez ❀Siddiq ❀Abraham Ford ❀Eugene Porter ❀Noah ❀Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas ❀Beta ❀Alden ❀Simon ❀Benjamin ❀Phillip "The Governor' Blake ❀Dante ❀Dwight

Fear the Walking Dead ❀Troy Otto ❀Jake Otto ❀John Dorie ❀Nick Clark ❀Morgan Jones

Mayans MC ❀Ezekiel Reyes ❀Angel Reyes ❀Neron "Creeper" Vargas ❀Johnny "Coco" Cruz ❀Nestor Oceteva ❀Hank Loza ❀Gilberto "Gilly" Lopez ❀Bishop Losa ❀Che "Taza" Romero ❀Miguel Galindo

Sons of Anarchy ❀Jax Teller ❀Harry "Opie" Winston ❀Juan "Juice" Ortiz ❀Alexander "Tig" Tragger ❀David Hale ❀Chibs Telford ❀Bobby Muson ❀Happy Lowman ❀Herman Kozik

Marvel ❀Steve Rogers ❀Bucky Barnes ❀Sam Wilson ❀Joaquin Torres ❀Baron Helmut Zemo ❀Tony Stark ❀Bruce Banner ❀Clint Barton ❀Thor ❀Loki ❀Pietro Maximoff ❀James "Rhodey" Rhodes ❀John Walker ❀Eddie Brock ❀Erik Killmonger ❀Charlies Xavier ❀Druig ❀Ikaris ❀Hank Mccoy ❀Frank Castle ❀Billy Russo ❀Danny Rand ❀Matthew Murdock ❀Kraven the Hunter ❀Dane Whitman ❀Wade Wilson ❀Pior "Colussus" Rasputin ❀Johnny Storm

DC ❀Adrian Chase ❀Clark Kent ❀Arthur Curry ❀Hank Hall ❀Leonard Snart ❀The Joker (Heath Ledger) ❀Victor Zsasz (Gotham) ❀Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) ❀Edward Nygma (Gotham) ❀Butch Gilzean ❀Harvey Bullock ❀Christopher "Peacemaker" Smith ❀Jerome Valeska ❀Mick Rory ❀George "Digger"Harkness ❀Ciso Ramon ❀Ray Palmer ❀Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) ❀Chato Santanna ❀Rick Flag ❀Alfred Pennyworth

The Batman 2022 (Matt Reeves) ❀Oswald Cobb ❀Salvatore Maroni

Stranger things ❀Eddie Munson ❀Steve Harrington ❀Jim Hopper ❀Jonathan Buyers ❀Dr Alexie

Vikings ❀Ivar the boneless ❀Rollo ❀Ragnar Lothbrok ❀Ubbe ❀Sigurd ❀Hvitserk ❀Bjorn Ironside ❀Halfdan the black ❀Harald Finehair ❀Aethelred ❀Aethelstan ❀Alfred

Bridgerton ❀Prince Fredrich ❀Anthony Bridgerton ❀Benedict Bridgerton ❀Colin Bridgerton

The Witcher ❀Jaskier ❀Eskel ❀Geralt of Rivia ❀Lambert

Top Gun ❀Robert "Bob" Floyd ❀Jake "Hangman" Seresin ❀Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw ❀Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Shadow Hunters ❀Raphael Santiago ❀Simon Lewis ❀Jace Herondale ❀Alec Lightwood

Fast and Furious ❀Deckard Shaw ❀Han Lue ❀Jakob Toretto ❀Dante Reyes ❀Aimes ❀Owen Shaw

Zoo ❀Mitch Morgan ❀Jackon Oz

Twilight ❀Carlise Cullen ❀Charlie Swan ❀Sam Uley ❀Garrett ❀Emmett Cullen

Ewan Mitchell Characters ❀Tom Bennett ❀Micheal Gavey ❀Billy Washington

Joseph Quinn Characters ❀Tom Grant ❀Billy Knight ❀Eric (A quiet Place) ❀Emperor Greta

Henry Cavil Characters ❀Napleon Solo ❀Captain Syverson ❀Charles Brandon ❀Walter Marshall ❀Gus March Phillips ❀Sherlock Holmes

Chris Evans Characters ❀Ari Levinson ❀Hugh Ransom Drysdale ❀Loyd Hansen ❀Andy Barber

Primeval ❀Connor Temple

Law and Order - SVU ❀Rafael Barba ❀Sonny Carisi

Criminal Minds ❀Spencer Reid ❀Derek Morgan ❀Luke Alverez ❀Aaron Hotchner

9-1-1 ❀Evan "Buck" Buckley ❀Eddie Diaz ❀Albert Han ❀Howard "Chimney" Han

Station 19 ❀Dean Miller ❀Jack Gibson

Chicago PD ❀Kevin Atwater

Chicago Fire ❀Kelly Severide ❀Matt Casey ❀Brian "Otis" Zvoneck

Call of Duty ❀Simon "Ghost" Riley ❀Captain John Price ❀Alex Keller ❀John "Soap" McTavish ❀Koing ❀Phillip Graves ❀Nikolai ❀Kyle "Gaz Garrick ❀Alejandro Vargas ❀Rudolfo "Rudy" Parra ❀Vladimir Makarov ❀Frank Woods ❀Alex Mason ❀Lucas Riggs ❀Wade Jackson

Grimm ❀Nick Burkhadt ❀Monroe ❀Captain Sean Renard

Beauty and the Beast ❀The Beast ❀Gaston

Shameless ❀Lip Gallagher ❀Kevin Ball

Black Sails ❀Long John Silver ❀Charles Vane ❀Jack Rackham ❀Captain James flint

The Night Agent ❀Peter Sutherland

Harry Potter; ❀Remus Lupin ❀Sirius Black ❀James Potter ❀Oliver Wood ❀Percy Weasley ❀Charlie Weasley ❀Fred Weasley ❀George Weasley ❀Bill Weasley ❀Viktor Krum ❀Neville Longbottom ❀Cedric Diggory ❀Severus Snape ❀Cormac Mclaggen

Fantastic Beasts and where to find them ❀Thesus Scamander ❀Newt Scamander

Vampire Diaries ❀Damon Salvatore ❀Stefan Salvatore ❀Enzo St John

The Originals ❀Niklaus Mikealson ❀Elijah Mikealson ❀Kol Mikealson

Maze Runner ❀Gally

Greys Anatomy ❀George O'Malley

The Mummy ❀Rick O'Connell ❀Ardeth Bay

Once Upon a time ❀Killian Jones ❀David Nolan ❀August Wayne Booth ❀Neal "Bealfire" Cassidy ❀Rumplestiltskin ❀Sheriff Graham Humbert ❀Jefferson

The Musketeers (BBC) ❀Porthos ❀Aramis ❀Athos ❀D'Artagnan

The Last Of Us ❀ Tommy Miller ❀Joel Miller

Fargo ❀Gator Tillman

Sebastian Stan Characters ❀Nick Fowler ❀Lee Bodecker ❀Mickey

Lewis Pullman Characters ❀Rhett Abbott

American Gods ❀Mad Sweeney

Scream ❀Dewey Riley ❀Billy Loomis ❀Stu Matcher

Shadow and Bone ❀Matthias Helvar ❀Kaz Brekker ❀Jesper Fahey ❀Nikolai Lantsov

Reacher ❀Jack Reacher

Bullet Train ❀Tangerine

Percy Jackson ❀Poseidon ❀Hepheastus ❀Aries ❀Hades

The Last Kingdom ❀Osferth ❀Finnan ❀Sihtric ❀Ulthred

Dexter ❀Dexter Morgan

The Hunger Games ❀Haymitch Abernathy ❀Finnick Odair

AEW ❀Maxwell Jacob Friendman ❀Wardlow ❀Eddie Kingston ❀Orange Cassidy ❀Chuck Taylor ❀Trent Berretta ❀Cash Wheeler ❀Luchasarus ❀Hook ❀Kenny Omega ❀Daniel Garcia ❀Will Osprey

WWE ❀Damien Priest ❀Grayson Waller ❀Sheamus ❀Otis

[rockzone]

Tracklist: 22 Jan 2025

Featured Album: "Live at KK's Steel Mill" by Magnum.

7pm Inglorious - Ride To Nowhere (2019) Fatal Vision - Time Of Our Lives (Duet) (2025) Powell-Payne - No Escape (2024) Thundermother - Bright Eyes (2025) Magnum - The Flood (Live At Kks Steel Mill) (2025) Ryder - One Eye Open (2025) Storace - High On Love (2024) Suzi Quatro - Can The Can (1973) Scorpions - Can't Live Without You (1982) Rush - Circumstances (1978) Led Zeppelin - Communication Breakdown (1969)

8pm Girlschool - It Could Be Better (1979) Degreed - Good Enough (2025) The Heavy Souls - Have You Got Soul (2025) HEAT - Time On Our Side (2017) Lord Sonny The Unifier - Until You Go (2025) Magnum - On A Storyteller's Night (Live At Kks Steel Mill) (2025) Red Hot Chili Peppers - Turn It Again (2006) Bonfire - Lost All Control (2025) The Hellacopters - (I Don't Wanna Be) Just A Memory (2025) Meat Loaf - Couldn't Have Said It Better (2003) Saxon - Court Of The Crimson King (2001)

Recent shows can be heard On Demand

[lboogie1906]

Maxwell Lemuel Roach (January 10, 1924 – August 16, 2007) was a jazz drummer and composer. A pioneer of bebop, he worked in many other styles of music and is considered among the most important drummers in history. He worked with many famous jazz musicians, including Coleman Hawkins, Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, Duke Ellington, Thelonious Monk, Abbey Lincoln, Dinah Washington, Charles Mingus, Billy Eckstine, Stan Getz, Sonny Rollins, Eric Dolphy, and Booker Little. He was inducted into the DownBeat Hall of Fame and the Modern Drummer Hall of Fame.

In the mid-1950s, he co-led a pioneering quintet along with trumpeter Clifford Brown. In 1970, he founded the percussion ensemble M’Boom. He made numerous musical statements relating to the civil rights movement.

He was born to Alphonse and Cressie Roach in the Township of Newland, Pasquotank County, North Carolina. He married Mildred Roach (1949) and they had two children. He and Barbara Jai (Johnson) fathered a son. He married Singer Abbey Lincoln (1962–70). He married Janus Adams Roach and twin daughters were born.

In 1942, after recently graduating from Boys High School in Brooklyn, he was called to fill in for Sonny Greer with the Duke Ellington Orchestra performing at the Paramount Theater in Manhattan. He started going to the jazz clubs on 52nd Street and at 78th Street & Broadway for Georgie Jay’s Taproom, where he played with schoolmate Cecil Payne. His first professional recording took place in December 1943, backing Coleman Hawkins.

He was one of the first drummers, along with Kenny Clarke, to play in the bebop style. Roach performed in bands led by Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk, Coleman Hawkins, Bud Powell, and Miles Davis. He played on many of Parker’s most important records, including the Savoy Records. His early brushwork with Powell’s trio, especially at fast tempos, has been highly praised.

He nurtured an interest in and respect for Afro-Caribbean music and traveled to Haiti to study with the traditional drummer Ti Roro.

He was inducted into the North Carolina Music Hall of Fame in 2009. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #omegapsiphi

[sporadiceagleheart]

here's this heartbroken 2025 California Shirley Temple tribute edit it's going to make you cry and I don't want none of Y'all to cry I might cry too but they are in a better place even if some of them are missing rest In Peace and find missing kids Shirley Temple, George Francis Temple Sr, Gertrude Amelia Krieger Temple, John Agar, LCDR Charles Alden Black Sr., John Stanley Temple, John Stanley Temple VVETERAN, MSGT George Francis “Sonny” Temple Jr., Dorothy Abbott, Michael Ryan Absalonson, Clay Adler, Jenny Lee Arness, Craig Michael Arness, Virginia Chapman Arness, James Arness, Larissa Michelle “Lacy” Scheving, Seth William Walsh, Robert Warren “Bobby” Griffith, Leah Nicole Badders, Christina Natalie Bowers, Arielle Brooke Cooperman, Deanna Danielle Davis, Nicholas Colby Gilbert, Jacob Thomas Field, Akira-Marie Singh Hernandez, Timothy Allen Lettmann, Anthony Guy Ramirez, Kaylie Kristin “KK” Russell, Eazy-E, Tamara De Treaux, Barbara Darrow, Steve Alvarez, Colby Curtin, Nipsey Hussle, Heather O'Rourke, Barbara Darrow, Toni Aubin, Ann Ayars, Jeff Buckley, Etta James, Joseph Mateo Martelli Mcstay, Gianni Giuseppe Martelli Mcstay, Summer Mcstay, Joseph Mcstay and the people celebrities and children who were in the wildfires in California I learned more about Shirley Temple and baby Leroy and darla Jean Hood and Jean Hersholt and I watched Judy Garland and others in the wizard of Oz and I made a few edits for liam payne in 2014 I heard that Shirley Temple was sick and my father told me that she passed away and gone to heaven and it got me to thinking about this California wildfires that went into flames from a weather and winds like Jesus saved Florida and Georgia and North Carolina and Tennessee through the hurricane helene and Milton Jesus saved Hawaii in 2023 and then Jesus can save them in California from the crisis of the wildfires storm save them who passed away from cancer save them who passed away from suicide because they Were Bullied save them who was Gunned Down through schools and homes shootings Jesus can save all people and children and animals and firefighters who saves people and children and animals from fires we thank each and every one of them

[bamboomusiclist]

12/23 おはようございます。Catbug / Musjemeesje THLP649 など更新しました。

Dakota Staton / Round Midnight T1597 Lorez Alexandria / Dear to My Heart tr547 Willis Jackson / Blue Gator Prlp7183 Duke Ellington / Seattle Concert Ljm1002 Zoot Sims / Hawthorne Nights 2310783 Wynton Kelly Wes Montgomery / Smokin' At The Half Note v6-Sonny Stitt / My Mother's Eyes st71 Jim Hall / Live sp705 Guitars Unlimited Pedersen / Three For The Road SNTF1006 Wayne Shorter / Native Dancer pc33418 Freda Payne / Out of Payne Comes Love Abcd901 Soul Machine / Twitchie Feet - Bag Of Goodies 021 Tony & Carol / My Love Grows Deeper R7134 Reginaldo Bessa / Passageiro Do Vento DS001 Catbug / Musjemeesje THLP649

[maximuswolf]

Sonny Payne - Drum Solo [jazz] (1958) Wait 'til this cat starts juggling the sticks while playing.

Sonny Payne - Drum Solo [jazz] (1958) Wait 'til this cat starts juggling the sticks while playing. https://youtu.be/XZMnEsWvktA?feature=shared Submitted November 19, 2024 at 10:31PM by Batman_Rap_Castle https://ift.tt/0O2Rk6L via /r/Music

[ulkaralakbarova]

In small-town Texas, affable and popular mortician Bernie Tiede strikes up a friendship with Marjorie Nugent, a wealthy widow well known for her sour attitude. When she becomes controlling and abusive, Bernie goes to great lengths to remove himself from her grasp. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Bernie Tiede: Jack Black Marjorie Nugent: Shirley MacLaine Danny Buck Davidson: Matthew McConaughey Scrappy Holmes: Brady Coleman Lloyd Hornbuckle: Richard Robichaux Don Leggett: Rick Dial Sheriff Huckabee: Brandon Smith Rev. Woodard: Larry Jack Dotson Molly: Merrilee McCommas Carl: Mathew Greer Townsperson: Marjorie Dome Townsperson: Tim Cariker Townsperson: Fern Luker Townsperson: Jack Payne Townsperson: Sonny Carl Davis Townsperson: Chris Humphrey Mourner: Jesse Lucio Townsperson: Ann Reeves Townsperson: Kay Epperson Townsperson: Ira Bounds Townsperson: James Baker Townsperson: Kay McConaughey Townsperson: Kristi Youngblood Townsperson: Kenny Brevard Townsperson: Margaret Bowman Townsperson: Mollie Fuller Townsperson: Tanja Givens Townsperson: Glenda Jones Townsperson: Travis Blevins Townsperson: Sylvia Froman Townsperson: Martha Long Townsperson: Jo Perkins Townsperson: Reba Tarjick Townsperson: Dale Dudley Townsperson: James Wilson Townsperson: Teresa Edwards Townsperson: Billy Vaticalos Townsperson: Rob Anthony Larry Brumley: Tommy G. Kendrick Townsperson: Pam McDonald Townsperson: Kathy Gollmitzer Townsperson: Cozette McNeely Professor Fleming: Richard Andrew Jones Friend of Deceased: Charles Bailey Mrs. Pebworth: Suzi McLaughlin Mr. Estes: Grant James Mrs. Estes: Juli Erickson Dwayne Nugent: J.D. Young Dwayne Jr.: Charlie m Stewart Lewie: Joe Stevens Esmerelda: Raquel Gavia Church Goer: Amparo García Oil Worker: Toby Metcalf Chainsaw Artist: Doug Moreland Pianist: Edward Ji Guys & Dolls Performer: Jill Blackwood Mel: David Blackwell Kevin: Gabriel Luna Photographer: Deana Newcomb Assistant Director: David Steakley Bank Manager: Peter Harrell Jr. Deputy Sheriff: Joe Leroy Reynolds Truck Driver: Christian Stokes Generator Operator: John Hornbuckle Sheriff’s Deputy #2: Wray Crawford Café Waitress: Margaret Hoard IRS Agent: Charles Allen Eskew TV Reporter: Quita Culpepper Cashier: Mona Lee Fultz Judge: Jerry Biggs Lead Juror: Robert Works Community Theater Group: Chris Barfield Community Theater Group: Taylor Bryant Community Theater Group: Colin Bevis Community Theater Group: Jacqui Bloom Community Theater Group: Joshua Denning Community Theater Group: Ellie Edwards Community Theater Group: Alaina Flores Community Theater Group: Jennifer Foster Community Theater Group: Leslie Hethcox Community Theater Group: Jordan Hill Community Theater Group: Berkley Jones Community Theater Group: Trevor McGinnis Community Theater Group: Mika Odom Community Theater Group: Chell Parkins Community Theater Group: David Ponton Community Theater Group: Gray Randolph Community Theater Group: Rachel Hull-Ryde Community Theater Group: Ian Saunders Community Theater Group: Madelyn Shaffer Community Theater Group: Larissa Slota Community Theater Group: Daniel Rae Srivastava Community Theater Group: Ellen Stader Community Theater Group: Lara Wright Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Betty Andrews Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Marcia Bailey Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Umpy Bechtol Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Nita Bouldin Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Nellie Hickerson Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Jeanette Kloppe Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Geraldine Miller Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Sharon Rigsbee Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Debbie Shaw Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Flo Weiershausen Mrs. Senior Carthage Pageant Contestant: Gina Wooten Juror: Gary Askins Juror: Ben Bachelder Juror: Meredith Beal Juror: Stacey Bruck Juror: Michelle Briscoe Juror: Lesa Brooks Juror: Gayla Bruce Juror: Brenda Bunton Juror: Kristi Copeland Juror: Jeff Davis Juror: Orion Gallagher Juror: Kenneth C. Liverman Juror: Linda Rudwick Juror: Mary Stifflemir...

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Ronnie Spector (1943-2022) The Ronettes - lead vocals; solo Songs: "Be My Baby," "I Can Hear Music" Defeated Opponents: Twiggy, Joan Baez, Charo Propaganda: "family legend has it that my dad named me after her because he had a crush on her. and, like, can you blame him" "So underrated, she deserves your love and support f o r e v e r"

Cher (1946-) Sonny and Cher - vocals; solo Songs: "I Got You Babe," "Dark Lady" Defeated Opponents: Françoise Hardy, Margo Guryan, Freda Payne Propaganda: "With an amazing voice, fantastic outfits, and multiple comebacks? yeah, Cher." "She looks like a goddess (she's appropriately nicknamed The Goddess of Pop) and I think she could serve in anything! Her outfits in the 70s are so snazzy. At the time, she had the most number-one singles of any female solo artist in US history. She is the only solo artist to date to have a number-one single on a Billboard chart in seven consecutive decades and she is an advocate for LGBT rights and HIV/AIDS prevention." "mama she IS a rich man! I’m sorry if you aren’t already voting for Cher I can’t help you"

Visual Propaganda for Ronnie Spector:

Visual Propaganda for Cher: