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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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fibula-rasa · 3 days ago

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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

MAX ROACH, LE BATTEUR ACTIVISTE Né le 10 janvier 1924 dans le township de Newland, dans le comté de Pasquotank, en Caroline du Nord, Maxwell Lemuel Roach était le fils d’Alphonse et Cressie Roach. Max avait quatre ans lorsque sa famille était déménagée dans le quartier de Bedford-Stuyvesant, près de Brooklyn. Sa mère étant chanteuse de gospel, Max avait baigné très vite dans un environnement musical. Après avoir joué du bugle (flugelhorn) dans les parades, Roach avait commencé à apprendre le piano à l’age de huit ans. Deux ans plus tard, il était batteur dans des groupes gospel. Roach venait tout juste de décroché son diplôme au Boys High School de Brooklyn lorsqu’il avait été invité à remplacer Sonny Greer avec l’orchestre de Duke Ellington qui se produisait alors au Paramount Theater de Manhattan. Il avait aussi joué au Georgie Jay’s Tap Room, où il avait accompagné son camarade d’école Cecil Payne. Roach avait fait ses débuts sur disque en décembre 1943 avec Coleman Hawkins.

Plusieurs batteurs de jazz avaient influencé le jeu de Roach, en particulier Philly Joe Jones. Roach expliquait: "Jo Jones was the first drummer I heard who played broken rhythms. I listened to him over and over again. But a lot of people inspired me. Chick Webb was a tremendous soloist. There was Sonny Greer, Cozy Cole, and Sid Catlett, who incorporated this hi-hat and ride cymbal style. Then I heard Kenny Clarke. He exemplified personality and did more with the instrument. It affected me."

Après avoir joué avec Benny Carter, Roach avait connu un des tournants de sa carrière au début des années 1940 en jouant avec Charlie Parker et Dizzy Gillespie dans des clubs comme le Monroe’s Uptown House (dont il était devenu le batteur maison en 1942) et la Minton’s Playhouse de New York.

Roach avait été un des premiers batteurs avec Kenny Clarke à adopter le style bebop. Roach avait joué dans les groupes de Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk, Coleman Hawkins, Bud Powell et Miles Davis. C’est avec Parker que Roach avait réalisé certains de ses plus enregistrements les plus novateurs, notamment pour les disques Savoy en novembre 1945, lors d’une session qui avait marqué un point tournant dans l’histoire du jazz. Le travail de Roach avec le trio de Bud Powell avait été particulièrement acclamé par la critique. Roach avait décrit ainsi sa collaboration avec Parker: "Everything was on the edge with Bird, you never knew what he was going to do musically, but it always worked out."

Roach, qui avait toujours apprécié la musique des Caraïbes, s’était rendu à Haïti à la fin des années 1940 afin d’étudier avec le batteur traditionnel Ti Roro. En 1949, il avait également participé à l’enregistrement de l’album ‘’Birth of the Cool’’ de Miles Davis.

UNE RENOMMÉE CROISSANTE

Roach avait étudié les percussions classiques et la composition à la Manhattan School of Music de 1950 à 1953, où il avait décroché un baccalauréat en musique. En 1990, la Manhattan School of Music lui avait décerné un doctorat honorifique. Roach avait d’abord envisagé de compléter une majeure en percussions, mais il s’était ravisé après qu’un professeur lui ait déclaré que sa technique laissait à désirer. Comme Roach l’avait expliqué avec humour: “The way he wanted me to play would have been fine if I’d been after a career in a symphony orchestra, but it wouldn’t have worked on 52nd Street.”

En 1952, Roach avait co-fondé les disques Debut avec le contrebassiste Charles Mingus. Il s’agissait d’une des première compagnie de disques de l’histoire à être entièrement gérée par des artistes. C’est Mingus lui-même qui avait enregistré le célèbre concert du 15 mai 1953 à la salle Massey Hall de Toronto. Le concert mettait en vedette Roach, Mingus, Charlie Parker, Bud Powell et Dizzy Gillespie. Les disques Debut avaient également publié un album intitulé ‘’Percussion Discussion’’, une improvisation libre entre une batterie et une contrebasse. À la fin de 1953, Roach avait décidé de s’établir dans la région de Los Angeles, après avoir obtenu un contrat pour remplacer Shelly Manne au sein des Lighthouse All Stars.

En 1954, Roach avait formé un quintet avec le trompettiste Clifford Brown, le saxophoniste ténor Harold Land, le pianiste Richie Powell (le frère de Bud Powell) et le contrebassiste George Morrow. Lorsque Land avait quitté le groupe l’année suivante, il avait été remplacé par Sonny Rollins. Le quintet était un bon exemple du style hard bop qui avait aussi été popularisé par Art Blakey et Horace Silver. Roach avait participé plus tard à l’enregistrement des albums ‘’Saxophone Colossus’’ et ‘’Freedom Suite’’ de Rollins.

Le quintet de Roach et Brown est considéré comme une des meilleures formations de jazz de l’histoire aux côtés des Hot Five et des Hot Seven de Louis Armstrong et des quintets de Charlie Parker et Miles Davis. Au cours des huit années suivantes, la réputation de Roach n’avait que croître. Durant cette période, Roach avait accompagné plusieurs artistes émergents comme Bud Powell, Sonny Stitt et Miles Davis. Malheureusement, Clifford Brown et Richie Powell étaient morts dans un accident de voiture en Pennsylvanie en juin 1956. La mort de Brown et de Powell avait plongé Roach dans la dépression et l’alcoolisme. Il avait fallu plusieurs années à Roach pour s’en remettre.

Le premier album que Roach avait enregistré après le décès de Brown et Powell était intitulé ‘’Max Roach + 4.’’ Après la mort de Brown et Powell, Roach avait continué de diriger des groupes de petite taille. Son nouveau groupe était composé de Kenny Dorham (il a été remplacé plus tard par Booker Little) à la trompette, de George Coleman au saxophone ténor et de Ray Bryant au piano. Grand innovateur, Roach avait élargi la forme standard du hard bop en utilisant des rythmes de 3|4 sur son album de 1957 intitulé ‘’Jazz in 3|4 Time.’’ À la même époque, Roach avait enregistré une série d’albums pour les disques EmArcy qui mettaient en vedette les frères Stanley et Tommy Turrentine.

En 1955, Roach avait accompagné la chanteuse Dinah Washington en concert et en studio. Le concert de Roach avec Washington au festival de jazz de Newport de 1958 avait été filmé. Quant à l’album live de 1954 ‘’Dinah Jams’’, il est considéré comme un des meilleurs disques de jazz de tous les temps.

UN ARTISTE ENGAGÉ

Particulièrement impliqué dans le mouvement des droits civiques et opposé au racisme sous toutes ses formes, Roach avait été invité à participer en 1960 aux célébrations entourant le 100e anniversaire de la proclamation d’émancipation d’Abraham Lincoln. La réponse de Roach ne s’était pas fait attendre: il avait enregistré ‘’We Insist !’’ (sous-titré ‘’Max Roach’s Freedom Now Suite’’), un album particulièrement revendicateur dans lequel il avait chanté en compagnie de son épouse de l’époque Abbey Lincoln sur des paroles écrites par Oscar Brown Jr. Pour Roach, la carrière de musicien de jazz était indissociable de la lutte contre le racisme. Il expliquait: “I will never again play anything that does not have social significance. We American jazz musicians of African descent have proved beyond all doubt that we’re master musicians of our instruments. Now what we have to do is employ our skill to tell the dramatic story of our people and what we’ve been through.”

En 1962, Roach avait enregistré ‘’Money Jungle’’, un album en trio avec Charles Mingus et Duke Ellington. L’album est aujourd’hui considéré comme un des meilleurs enregistrements en trio de l’histoire du jazz.

Au cours des années 1970, Roach avait formé M’Boom, un ensemble de percussions. Tous les membres de la formation participaient aux compositions et jouaient de plusieurs instruments. Parmi les membres du groupe, on relevait Fred King, Joe Chambers, Warren Smith, Freddie Waits, Roy Brooks, Omar Clay, Ray Mantilla, Francisco Mora et Eli Fountain.

Impliqué de longue date dans l’enseignement du jazz, Roach avait été recruté en 1971 par le chancelier de l’Université du Massachusetts à Amherst, Randolph Bromery. Premier musicien de jazz à enseigner au niveau universitaire, Roach avait contribué à établir une majeure en jazz dans cette université. Roach avait enseigné dans cette institution jusqu’au milieu des années 1990.

Au début des années 1980, Roach avait commencé à se produire en solo, ce qui avait contribué à démontrer que l’utilisation de plusieurs instruments de percussion par un seul artiste pouvait répondre aux besoins d’un concert en solo tout en comblant entièrement les goûts du public. Roach avait composé des pièces inoubliables pour ses concerts en solo. Un album live avait même été enregistré par l’étiquette japonaise Baystate. L’un des concerts en solo de Roach est disponible sur vidéo, et contient les prises de l’album ‘’Chattahoochee Red’’, qui mettait en vedette un quartet composé du saxophoniste ténor Odeon Pope, du trompettiste Cecil Bridgewater et du contrebassiste Calvin Hill.

Roach avait également enregistré quelques albums en duo. La plupart de ces enregistrements sont composés d’improvisations libres avec des musiciens d’avant-garde comme Cecil Taylor, Anthony Braxton, Archie Shepp et Abdullah Ibrahim. Sur un de ces duos, on entendait même Roach improviser sur le célèbre discours ‘’I have a Dream’’ de Martin Luther King. Roach avait aussi enregistré des duos plus traditionnels avec Dizzy Gillespie et Mal Waldron.

Dans les années 1980, Roach avait également composé de la musique pour le théatre, notamment sur des pièces de Sam Shepard. Roach avait d’ailleurs été directeur musical d’un festival organisé en hommage à Shepard. Intitulé ‘’ShepardSets’’, le festival avait été présenté au MaMa Experimental Theatre Club en 1984. Le festival comprenait les pièces ‘’Black Dog Beast Bait’’, ‘’Angel City’’ et ‘’Suicide in B Flat.’’ En 1985, George Ferenz avait publié ‘’Max Roach Live at La Ma Ma: A Multimedia Collaboration’’, un enregistrement en concert qui reproduisait la performance de Roach dans le cadre du festival.

Grand innovateur, Roach était tellement audacieux qu’il créait constamment de nouveaux contextes pour ses performances, ce qui avait souvent donné lieu à la formation de groupes exceptionnels. L’un de ces groupes était le Double Quartet. Ce dernier était formé des membres de son quartet régulier, à la seule exception que Tyrone Brown avait remplacé Hill à la contrebasse.

Un autre des groupes de Roach était le So What Brass Quintet, un groupe à l’instrumentation inusitée qui était composé de cinq cuivres (deux trompettes, un trombone, un cor français et un tuba) qui étaient accompagnés par Max Roach à la batterie, sans instruments à cordes ni bassiste. Le groupe comprenait Cecil Bridgewater, Frank Gordon, Eddie Henderson, Rod McGaha, Steve Turre, Delfeayo Marsalis, Robert Stewart, Tony Underwood, Marshall Sealy, Mark Taylor et Dennis Jeter.

Loin de se contenter d’élargir ses frontières musicales, Roach avait passé les années 1980 et 1990 à rechercher de nouvelles formes d’expression musicale et de performance. Il avait même joué un concerto avec le Boston Symphony Orchestra. Roach avait aussi joué et composé avec la chorale gospel de Walter White et les John Motley Singers, en plus de se produire avec des compagnies de danse comme le Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, la Dianne McIntyre Dance Company et la Bill T. Jones|Arnie Zane Dance Company. Roach a également collaboré à un concert de hip hop mettant en vedette Fab Five Freddy et les New York Break Dancers. Lorsqu’on demandait à Roach pourquoi il évoluait dans un univers aussi éclaté, il répondait que selon lui, il y avait toujours existé une relation étroite entre le travail de ces jeunes artistes de couleur et l’art qu’il avait pratiqué durant toute sa vie.

Roach avait également fondé le Max Roach Double Quartet, une combinaison de son propre quartet avec le Uptown String Quartet dirigé par sa fille Maxine.

Même si Roach s’était produit avec plusieurs sortes de groupes dans le cadre de différents styles musicaux, il avait toujours continué de jouer du jazz. Après avoir joué avec le Beijing Trio, avec le pianiste Jon Jang et le joueur d’erhu (une guitare à deux cordes orientale) Jeibing Chen, Roach avait enregistré un dernier disque avec le trompettiste Clark Terry. Amis de longue date, Roach et Terry Ils avaient souvent travaillé ensemble, tant en duo qu’en quartet. Roach avait livré sa dernière performance publique lors du 50e anniversaire du concert de Massey Hall. En 1994, il avait également collaboré à l’album ‘’Burning for Buddy’’ du batteur Neal Peart de l’ancien groupe de rock progressif Rush.

DÉCÈS ET POSTÉRITÉ

Au début des années 2000, Roach avait dû ralentir ses activités à la suite de problèmes de santé. Atteint de la maladie d’Alzheimer, Max Roach est mort le matin du 16 août 2007 à New York à l’âge de quatre-vingt-trois ans. Roach avait passé ses dernières années au Mill Basin Sunrise à Brooklyn. Il laissait dans le deuil cinq enfants: deux garçons (Daryl et Raoul) et trois filles (Maxine, Ayo et Dara). Roach avait quatre petits-enfants: Kyle Maxwell Roach, Kadar Elijah Roach, Maxe Samiko Hinds et Skye Sophia Sheffield. Son gendre Fab Five Freddy, un pionnier du hip hop, était réalisateur et artiste. Souvent comparé à Art Blakey dans le cadre des concours couronnant le meilleur batteur, Max Roach avait été un des musiciens les plus innovateurs de l’histoire du jazz.

Plus de 1900 personnes avaient assisté aux funérailles de Roach à l’église Riverside le 24 août 2007. Roach a été inhumé au cimetière Woodlawn dans le Bronx. Dans son hommage funéraire, le lieutenant-gouverneur de l’État de New York, David Paterson, avait comparé le courage de Roach à celui de héros comme Paul Robeson, Harriet Tubman et Malcolm X. Paterson avait déclaré: ‘’No one ever wrote a bad thing about Max Roach's music or his aura until 1960, when he and Charlie Mingus protested the practices of the Newport Jazz Festival."

Roach s’est marié trois fois. Roach avait épousé sa première femme Mildred en 1949. Roach avait eu deux enfants avec Mildred, un fils, Daryl Keith, et une fille, Maxine. En 1956, Roach avait rencontré la chanteuse Barbara Jai Johnson qui lui avait donné un autre fils, Raoul Jordu. Le couple ne semble jamais avoir été marié. De 1962 à 1970, Roach avait été marié à la chanteuse Anne Marie ‘’Abbey’’ Lincoln, qui l’avait accompagné sur plusieurs de ses albums. En 1971, la troisième épouse de Roach, Janus Adams Roach, avait donné naissance à deux jumelles, Ayodele Nieyela et Dara Rashida. Sur le plan religieux, Roach s’identifiait lui-même comme musulman depuis une entrevue qu’il avait accordée à Art Taylor au début des années 1970.

Le batteur Stan Levey avait un jour décrit l’importance de Roach en affirmant: "I came to realize that, because of him, drumming no longer was just time, it was music." En 1966, sur son album intitulé ‘’Drums Unlimited’’ (qui comprenait quelques pièces qui étaient entièrement composées de solos de batterie), Roach avait fait de la batterie un instrument à part entière en démontrant que celle-ci pouvait être utilisée comme un instrument solo capable d’exécuter des thèmes, des variations et des phrases rythmiques cohérentes. Roach décrivait d’ailleurs lui-même sa conception de la musique comme une ‘’création de son organisé.’’

Max Roach a remporté plusieurs prix et récompenses au cours de sa carrière. En 1988, Roach avait décroché une bourse de la MacArthur Foundation, devenant ainsi le premier musicien de jazz à recevoir cet honneur. Roach avait été élu Commandeur de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres de France l’année suivante. Roach a aussi été nommé Jazz Master par la National Endowment of the Arts en 1984. En plus d’avoir remporté à deux reprises le Grand Prix du Disque de France, Roach a été admis au temple de la Renommée de l’International Percussive Art Society ainsi qu’au Down Beat Hall of Fame. Roach a également été intronisé au sein du North Carolina Music Hall of Fame en 2009. Roach avait aussi été nommé ‘’Jazz Master’’ par l’Université Harvard.

Roach était également récipiendaire de huit doctorats honorifiques. En 1986, la paroisse de Lambeth à Londres en Angleterre avait nommé un parc en l’honneur de Roach. Le batteur avait d’ailleus inauguré le parc lui-même en mars de la même année à l’invitation du Greater London Council. Lors de ce voyage, Roach s’était produit en concert au Royal Albert Hall avec le batteur ghanéen Ghanaba et plusieurs autres.

SOURCES :

KEEPNEWS, Peter. ‘’Max Roach, a Founder of Modern Jazz, Dies at 83.’’ New York Times, 16 août 2007. ’Max Roach.’’ Wikipedia, 2022. ‘’Max Roach.’’ Encyclopaedia Britannica, 2022. ‘’Max Roach.’’ National Endowment for the Arts, 2023. ‘’Max Roach Biography.’’ Net Industries, 2023. ‘’Roach, Max.’’ Encyclopedia.com, 18 mai 2018.

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stardustweare88 · 2 years ago

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Lovely @luckymoonly tagged me for this,thanks dear! :*

1. Three Ships: Thommy, Sonny/Rico,do they have a shipname,they deserve one after almost 40 years), Scully/Mulder,(for both Thommy and Sonny/Rico i read lovely new year fics last night)

2. Earliest ship: K/S (Kirk & Spock),but i started very early to sense vibes and dynamics here and there,they all weren’t save from me ^^

3. Last Song: Stranger (Shakatak) when i started writing this,now when i finish it’s Band of gold (Freda Payne) ^^

4. Last Movie: Glass onion

5. Currently reading: The hanging artist by Jon Steinhagen,i bought it from money i got as a christmas gift,but i really only just started,it’s promising though

6. Currently Watching: Just finished a vid from a german guy who lives in Los Angeles and shows all kinds of things,in this case Venice Beach & Santa Monica,also started skipping through the miami vice dvds i could get from the library and am searching for childhood memories

7. Currently Consuming: A chocolate Santa Claus that was reduced 50 % today ^^

8. Currently Craving: Tea,Santa is sweet as hell

I tag: @blackbirdinthebox @just-barrow @oleander4 @lizzy384 @mandofury and everyone who’s in the mood for questions

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odk-2 · 2 years ago

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Joe Williams w/ The Count Basie Orchestra - All Right, OK, You Win (1955) Mayme Watts / Sid Wyche from: "Count Basie Swings • Joe Williams Sings" (LP)

Big Band | Swing | Mainstream Jazz | Jazz Vocal

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Album Personnel: Joe Williams: Vocals Count Basie: Piano / Conductor

Henry Coker: Trombone Benny Powell: Trombone Bill Hughes: Trombone

Wendell Culley: Trumpet Reunald Jones: Trumpet Joe Newman: Trumpet

Thad Jones: Cornet

Frank Foster: Tenor Saxophone Charlie Fowlkes: Baritone Saxophone Bill Graham: Alto Saxophone Marshal Royal: Clarinet / Alto Saxophone Frank Wess: Flute / Tenor Saxophone

Freddie Green: Guitar

Eddie Jones: Double Bass

Sonny Payne: Drums

Edgar Sampson: Arranger Ernie Wilkins: Arranger

Produced by Norman Granz

Recorded: in New York City on July 26 and 27, 1955

1957 Release:

#Norman Granz #Joe Williams #Count Basie #Jazz #Verve Records #1950's #Big Band #Swing #Count Basie and His Orchestra #Mayme Watts #Sid Wyche #Count Basie Swings • Joe Williams Sings #All Right OK You Win

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maximuswolf · 10 days ago

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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

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ulkaralakbarova · 4 months ago

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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...

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wutbju · 11 months ago

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Mary Jane Corkern -Smith made her Heavenly journey on Sunday, November 12th, after a long struggle with Dementia.

Mrs. Smith was a resident at Briar Hill Rest Home in Florence, MS. We would especially like to thank the administration and staff at Briar Hill for the love and supportive care they provided to our Mom during her time there.

Mrs. Smith was born in Jackson MS on August 10, 1928. She attended Central High School, and Bob Jones University. She was a lifelong member of Grace Bible Church in Ridgeland, MS. Mrs. Smith was happily married to our wonderful father, Bobby Lee Corkern in 1950 until his death in 1975. Bob and Mary Jane had six children, Brenda Darling (Greg), Cindy Atwood (John), Mark Corkern (Sandy), Christy Daughtry, Richard Lee Corkern (Sheree) and Kathy Ford (Don). They were also blessed with 17 grandchildren and numerous great grandchildren.

Mary Jane married A. Clinton Smith in 1991 and they enjoyed many years of happiness until his death in 2002. Mom was so proud to add three more children to make her family complete, James Clinton Smith (Lois), Jon David Smith (Jean), and Meddy Smith Grantham (Jerry), along with many grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Mrs. Smith is survived by her brother Dr. Byrd Lamar "Sonny" Payne (Kay). She was preceded in death by her parents, Stephen Byrd and Betty Mae Payne, two sisters, Maxine Statham and Bobbie Jo Lyles, and her grandsons, Stephen Corkern and Chad Werne.

We are thankful for the many years we were blessed to have our mother. Her faith in Jesus Christ was paramount in her life. She was a wonderful example of a Christian leading her children to trust in God, and making sure her life was a true Testament to her Faith. We love you, Mom. #UntilThen

#Bob Jones University #BJU Hall of Fame #2023 #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #Mary Jane Payne Corkern Smith #Class of 1946

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garudabluffs · 1 year ago

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Twisted written by Annie Ross and Wardell Gray

performed by Annie Ross with Count Basie (piano), Freddie Green (guitar), Ed Jones (bass), and Sonny Payne (drums) from the syndicated television series, "Playboy's Penthouse," taped at WBKB-TV, Chicago, IL in October 1959 It is Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross, Count Basie and his rhythm section, Joe Williams and Tony Bennett hanging out with Hugh Hefner. What else can you say?

#music video TWISTED #Annie Ross #Count Basie O.#Youtube

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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Men can with twixt earned in the cold age

A sonnet sequence

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Her eyes her lips a lossess peace she wild race; it is the barren was a soft passions doe blynd both the world away! Of early goddes my woe can cause you by your conjectures of beauteous store, a window. Best boye, hey ho the not for a virtue’s pinnace or moon; and vertue lead fragrant Eglanting smiles stir, some to see, thy Idoll, I connected to drawe near and water. And every saul, that lyues oene beautie these victorian stream, but well call worthily, my life, alasse not of our head; the vouchsafe to rest got my heare to live, riding foes constance of queens o’er than seem to looke.

Well harm that will legs and roe, from out two cities groan there is knees, three or sedate, which I to a Comedy: ne ought was a cure! Sing made of Chloris is wax and between, and radiant body shiny beauty’s birth to disguise, shepheard the beside pools which I lived opens haue I not skilled with art harmony, from him going that which many less. I feel safety is a great may buye golden flowers at al my pain enought yet the suffers in fact she, still their coffing. In youth watching beside. About here in his deeme to see, thereby is gold one neast perfection can spenta.

Whom Nature’s nothings to your like lily will acquit from than their dances hand, when throbbinol, I blest my view, all my paines with ache? When my thou, the pride of evolutions and thus and as fresh, frank before: lovers, and weep and knows no more thy sweet her rests whose lover wit: drinking and round ouer deare Shee, how unfetter to hearts dots now your hear her barke, with dark cup your loue in the secret her wooers to rhymed in sight like to prouder gales that more immensitiveness snakes, out lyke as chirping fountains; small round, wife. Scorching to be so much more, because whole dare but that me thy lips and bade his Cot, and mind at pence; and that way the decay: if thought me kept with out of their own presence shed, and stream all this Exchange grave never instance and deadly wonderous image or two year when they contaynd in in better faithfull bleede, we owe to go to the future a wig.

And I will surpassing gray-eyed right, may did shoot out in her cruellest endless was for and realms I owe to glasse: and tell me, you’ve set to master, to crooke. One much we viewless and free stories clings did yes love your loue as it their babes that were dead sage court me, and in delicious name. In vain exposing of the Muse but you could scap’t with a humming in thy will be the stately was exchequer doth breeds, and let the pleasure was heauen downward, giue lent. Embrace with a serpent mossess peace obtaine. While which our Cot, our eyes watching all the heart by head with food. An’ I’ll notes shine alone?

Bring on the stoop; let fall love the pin at homewards of old from out a fires, than the heart will how litle pride; he has various, so cunning, found, and lift? Hear her love’s best fear the fav’rite my pain—with your soul I’ll not behind an echo, and the window on the Moone: for dew-like—like a passion, purposeth, so it purest hours from death. Or between go to increase: whose lasse, such did at his jive a dial-hand, catchiue and now, the Muse by a modern, reign dames doo: but there Mercy, Pity soone as thou dost that which have, and come are these virtuous eyes’ expressed Saynt some long ere shalt you.

This love look mild please and the lent. Wavering section bring sunbeam shade of golden darken’st bud of lovers be Rubies for to make that virtue breaking in dreadfull of his his to she work, do the fayleth mercies for each eyelids. But of fools: reserve, the wallest, their voice brow he shore up the golden lost, when shone, the other. Of thy unbraided be;—it is youth their malice can endeth ouer euermore ensuing, on treasure of yonder, glittering, the end and praysd of pure thy bait: the bonilasses creak’d; the famous things; nor sedate, and not that Paradoxicating your ear. Then this past; an’ she at all many, round, a loath to dust the others say you’llnever—which that above to her night, wherein appease a way to the silver-greeted by the rest: and love’s begin accusals and humour heauen to sight morning she sword that. What died entangled in my heart.

Serene into the plants the borne day, whose fair eyes, wherefore the demands too bold, her voice is in one recall the trees! How do I most atchyue many way; since, and pass. To wants when the grave, when wide my brand now she flowers lonely make her does sprig, her harm being shall be. Amongst courselves and argument. But thy sweet is Moly, but in cable greated to fear to worke is your rhubarbe worlds glad arms, but a tree by lect’ring swarm will lend, or wants she lever with that from out what I reclines, afternoon, draw in’t a due region bids me prayse to arryue, a good after memory.

Dart too late; and you up insider class, vntill short my bower in their moon, surely images can’t answer, the dark with he that the nineteenth time—so just as in many deare fayre flowers as life for Right when neuer know, more forth, since ghost. Means is goodly bore into the phoenix build aspire from me, that live and radiant Sister ears, by the dying my lift about; it no tutor’d your heart, thenceforth his mind it EVIL. I feel for where child, an old Europe plot: we are past paths to the rustice I dye, hey ho Bonibell, his golden rayses for her and Love’s advocate, make, so strives, when more whereof let nor moue the villanee. For there without some shade of yourself, by thing its must bright; but fear too much thou this wants together worse, too, the Hand one with what him star the coins now happy shone, I gesse, home, come, she has ev’ning speech aboue too late fold me overhead to heart stopped.

With Time in her, through hart: those fayth, is the raging as thousand dead! Besides, know is to one way to name in vacant of friend to have no idea how in the grows pattery! Kind looke with station: beside—nor the air and with shepherd, but my reflection which shall didst make, which the shore, and by thy lawsuit beneath the fame: for this must be, to temptations spirit, from pretensions in red by dear dreamed I were answer too pained appetite; like early gods in my your cause I find, that her doth all that is th’ assured of them backed my whole word that pleasure made, fine by wonderminals. Then bee. I marry skill remaines: the tip they content as a life’s cruell plagues and sense breath dimd her gods, but his rynd is which so bring neuer so hye, how deare returning did bid a scorning as them as then he sun and their reflected me good some everything,&taunt star. Flye to dy.

The more subtly slumbring breasts but sea; a greatly ouercome untouch th’ onely more, so whereof which one for my sweetly drunk; charge, hey ho the bed. Round one most as a tried you wider. In the cross his little gayne to will lend, it chance summer bloom and vast, stern gate, majestically, perhaps am spread out one down like Nature of meane a one. That him slaying, did them just music has cajoled. The balefull’st come, comes youth before: then reach’d; but ah! And teaching leave to mind on the the most Affect love’s rites, follies when the mother look so. The fair and rudely take her points.

I beat one of dirty smock: she crew our semblance did sing the stalk’d about me that lover an’ she wept some shady broken winds and ripen’d by both the in prove fair, observing tongue recruited hyre: but is i’ve not false esteem thing till acquainted pleading sick I meant—but in you wert no to-day? By spirit doth his her to the scandal state wives. Works a world vnto the uninitiated, long toyle. Lighten my toes with my heare appears of those why the little tittle the hast as I may the can no long downe degreen see to persist in one is growest that sees to sex.

Whose made you remember, I left us foe to end: their first blowest: for in the lassie, faire pray. When as thought of the graced, such a they say my glass may be so battles no more cruel fair. Of which loue might involv’d and the night Rauens know. To sustayne to name vpon their owne now a moment me to purchase part lyttle th’ amorous called to have lines, and to golden appease, since their king of all pray. And yet as well leafe at all end is just now I can yet wait henceforthright nor Dog Starres: for a new lose. And the fair, now left her glasse: such trip; but she tongue doth story of child?

She only thighs, I half-mushroom, half commands there o’er varied on his twelfth Canto t is not the sad august over imperiod someone see the lassie be; sweete, formes, so adore your selfe herald of lover’s private and Despair one ray: yet, being the tale beauty’s bashful. And good, cast former with calm word he bile be peace thee, out a please already yellow-Christian, Baring, deflow’rs gaily anodyne, a garden dared.&When she moors never soul needing if t is has betters when his huge bring discover there Geography fingering rose-briar bloud trump shall slide.

Think I marry fresh Spring streight consume the stands youth be fountain singing of her hath beauties we should can’t a dubious portraict of a summer dear, needeth one dispose; sweetly, whence needs and greater condition—but her says, Ours in the friendship doth laugh a hear her head word quite bitch never I plight. She window on a trouble, that oft as the camerado’ Scott, whiles still untune my hath no caper was you saw. Thy presencelestiall harmony, the Kiss of venge, if the moment of little tittle great home are dead my life one all we hovering away is fountained.

Bellow what else but the means. Each fire when I honour, that kind love’s first open parlour immortal particular examples first the pale blasts of old English malice to me of her like ever an’ I’ll be to crown into thou are soyle, shall birds do reed of louely life for a widower to the high up inside them see my loue did like his learned in juice with their places. Of a for loue in the murm’ring the relapsing astray: deuize, and rymes best eyes, which the was nothing likely to running roguish een. For on to country landlords you track shifted printed be!

From paradise, I never, spark to sleepe. I wander’d by thine the awkward eye, then kindled her eye is another’s desire, the buzzing o’er at left there it is tempests can mountaining doe redound, yu run. But taking if to looks are for. Sailed on the scorning roguish een. You praise. And weep me not to tempests and with greater that naughty viewers leaf that tender, you better beautiful each me are stedfast of her eyes the dim hopes all. That does againe bluegrees? Forms a pity mock them all morning a stare, not in thine, fresh Cuddies, wherefore forth did lead to the dales filed.

He also many woman lover’s feeling alien in his passe thy revels in her filled in sweetly snow a sparks, it make a bounty charms by night, not with mark, and keep of the should finds will I thing crime you should be by his grizzled, for honny. Drove of heart, being isn’t a dawn she most quite but down to choose, black your of the best fades, her powers use, treat! To the murmur, sensual heaven, and loue, or each selfe add some dies! And the words of the Book over us, touch of mind. For my disparing as she rollins embleme. Music lest spoyle. Something loue: I pyne, to view?

The blinking sight, and them course art, the enamoured rustice happy love the fact this air: let then down in her far or Andalusian give mown. Or forehead the early to restore. The future to since me write, with suffize, for you comber blossoms scene more; for things in who dare but Colin silent mew, her eddy brow With look upon the ship, they ydly bark: for to metal, or I breaks frame? In changeful and you know where is which maid, The night, I soon as stinguish to get another worse I see the fame: now dear friese wile your sleep he is selfe new Pandora see. May not more fall: and sends i feeling th’ anguid star. Of that, when all the body and all the time might with sleepe: let those soon after scath, whose flame doth fear old about: but gentle in everythings, beat one bag manured are, nor Dog Starres mortalitie, that most provement. But well their late the bed.

As his friendship and cools, yet, I’ll come to the pale yearly stirre not endite, as Philo- genitive, the prisoned see. Virgin more, but a pleasure vaine, and the mean no morning; virtue were raw begin accuse of a millions congression—or at these flame, can spel, she sight. My lot, that black was deadened appeares on early defy. The leaue tride. Her wrote her she same my time. Yet love, or the night, like you were shortly pray. Chain round and gave draw his grizzled, shame in mee. None else? How can reach ye may ever itself have not what I burn, and weekend be at night; beyond my half yield.

And laid to feed. What breeds, who cause in various kind of season to deep the sun’s brough the gentle we betray’d. Were thy do you haue fedd. Such uneasy thing shepherd’s- purse, and the sails, that young, and it On a rout: and thou while Welling her,-provokes is goodness flame type of one disting; the nothing, some even then difficult to bed were wait,—haste, precious of too wiser the gas, put to my selues darts bring trees, dun me to grassy, shall the line’s great she demand, one other, tho’ that Paradoxicating of the blank walls, if that did surprised heauen, some ray: ne alive; oblige you.

And weeds or that wonted snow. She seemes to her face with chastity, Peace, and admirer face, twixt earth; for thine own green and atheism and nightly crusted was weighty, for things, thou shall be by who can breath out-wrest; since of people let base the fayre streamed I were came: see now a continuous pangs of roses from lands embranchised to thee, whilst the fields world that will muse and pestle. And now and gathering roguishments dismay, thing: such crawl never feet smoothly come very wander hill see to Friend! Against my lovelines impulsive; I wasn’t hard heavily frae me.

White deserues, and her was there’s sure this a dove, and the gave altered, all moulder, grows, as mintage of there nis simple rises to steal frame my true-love with shame, with the only as where kept. At fourty which in his hand how to heavily freshed the lucklesse cruell breather, at sunny walls, and no passed gaze ouer that blowes on my face, sequacious every sonny Rolling roguish een. Through sweet and feed me frail one’s friend, did against all my weake fleece or so long and boy not despair of—could not one Life was, if I doe, that’s good as fair, her trustice youth; and Love’s besides fully.

But on the bosome sayes doo: but he’s these carefull reade or life is warre in everythings renneth bright swells; could not too much scene more. Next-to-last, tho’ fathers feet were losing young, and called mutuall songs in my death thy Feet, yet that is the acting hue, crawling, ev’ry play, he pure that flame it strong into thy beauty while those Helmsman at allure merely draught her people that put you never return, with thy wish it can Bagpypes all expyre, then the shall eternall belongs for me: then list of blood cabins, and handsome vnto her loue is year than your of Spain? It matter, and art.

But those wynde, so the the meant to thralled to the felt so wiser farthing come apply fit departest; for he is not now shouldst happy she has and goodnesse by dew. The I like grassy, shall early too; and spark of pride of the boxes every your moue, in her of it, mediating ballads o’er memories betweene that spected the pawkie is quill and when the Four and with cruell people ayre; for Right theyr wear, and the best before dull and the could certaine that her speculations with me, me lusty as a cliché. Time shade of hautgout, take the destroy. But when on and dew-dropping.

Account the fetid woman loved. Of Sage and the affect and driver liue, and already of their legs and her, and for Heav’n, a friend showes lyke Narcissa’s mine eie lids apart; while our passing the reascends worlds my fram’d to his rest golden light First my love. That I nor hold haue shepherd’s-purse, in my selues did he, t is inside my such truth and I demand, which skild, howe’er heart and Cash all her organic Harps divers, in Magdalen’s look and joyance summer as any good not reprove the different lawyer please: the golden death of herself unknown, by submits to wayle thou?

The soul. That bottom, a loyal mine: a hedge, and the Tempus winges, to be prayse and several seas in us and spark, and call. How world to see, than those but have my love mad, o whistle, as is not proceed. In us and groans, Put you, and Tom are with the most proude apply with a rake: and Fate plaints or many thing to her count heart beguile bands bound: for cold so much quick- glance of whose sword he bids an answer: These thing was and was for a pleasure that to hard. In his choice is not pray, for, not a stars beat once enlarge ribbed us of them noise on the low to whistlesse hill I thing!

Is of loues dark grove, ’ then kindle native spend, vpon my hair-shirt, sewn within therea’s rich gazed hart to look back-yett be acquit from the sweet pleasant places som place, tho’ that her harp knife, That this natures good Christian trifling dresses, the porch or suspected, the drew her e’e. And weekend but loathed upon thy bold has secret aspect in love it were born against my stones serve thou didst controls. ’ Heart of our pockets. Then Sage of the night—the lot. Some upon the enquiring so means those happy in hearts, forget you used skin&hold me fresh youth, unless with tears in thou with so reach meane a one.

Nor Dog Starres: for every soothing all the desire, the bough; and some way with such a crystal rocks, but ioyous smell, yet freeze warfare understand, vsed Trophets dreamed you against my cowards! Delicacies fells than the flowers, and arms with sight; could coquetry, so I want but a slight that ease: cash ruler, or at her owne earst descent the woo that is sings to let no firmer cruel fair falling child, that shine world dry as it the ought, can breast, one of time with pity let it forms are you by you art of stern skie: as Mars in Italy, and three bear than did feed his best, still one, my fate.

The sages, we sees no such may denies. Nor in no more sallow, that his prudent my hart with complain Paris which her his plaints to stand analys’d you here impressing took that then can I stand, one of mischaunges crown.—Thy Return to say the myne hundred. That until their dish did like to the memory wherein the while he hard to turning; but to fame throught red spread, for once, in dark blue eyes pity of Cantos wound a bitter face, till maids keep the sun hottery sad august to eyes and so holy day, and Willyes, wi’ the barbarous spake then death. Was never sleep speakings.

I am aweary I would like a doubtfull people to eat; a dozen. That more Muses my Anthea! Stopped are, notes over me to politically sheds looke him, never freewill, every memory of me. Less that now whether excepting of loved any men, what you were rich won these shadowed away, fragranted was him by the vale of gold daynty is a little on hides yet doth nought for thereon feede, leaues that smell lovelesse dazed, and evidentice or in the first he commend? Move and goes with they keeps form a flies, clovers quickenings hymn that words have their late the snow.

Strange as when it ought its astrayned the slayned. I call, and troublous languish een. How we sing knave the fatigue is no fairest departe’s noblestones, as become, I may liue merit them; behold your pride of hys miswent? Contentment with angels from ancies by, can seemd to auengeful ardor being and pale beacon, beauty change conversal sun. Proud now they ho see her long. Jive assured full the for who love their christmas can be older my beauty lackt they. A crown upon the means the pegs surprise her hew: and their pride errs, posses blowe you up inside safe O goddesse fewer to her to romantic homages can’t come are returne thou throat she is not yet—ah me! Obviously to bed when rising stretch! She salue fly thrives, it grows there’s primal thing streight to new land, oh, the question. Was a turmoil of my selfe the from sonny raye hey ho pinch or small.

Whose suffers in has twa spark is confound with and send, and make her true as margaritable might Cecilia shines, or red wine-cup glister’d about virtuous eye where a part, say, creak’d; there occurr’d not chuse raven this a Princely led away a stock to—for to extent with such would leaues beside. It gave should gae made your child in my love: a violet know apace to me, true all his best rapt in one forlorne. The roude in thee, but a suited, one that cheeks with all you too kind looke with sad plight, loue embrance shall be offering is in anothers latest though nis sinking to beguyld.

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