Animal Jazz radio E20: Las mujeres olvidadas del jazz – Parte I

Mar / 20

Animal Jazz radio E20: Las mujeres olvidadas del jazz – Parte I

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Pintura de Eric Bowman
 
Existe una larga lista de mujeres del jazz olvidadas. La mayoría de ellas vocalistas, cuyos nombres no solemos escuchar. En esta programa recuperamos su historia, su voz y contamos la importancia que tuvieron y deberían tener en el mundo del jazz

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When Hollywood goes black and tan

Cleo brown

 

Creole babies from Manhattan
Will be leaving Harlem if they can
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
When Hollywood goes black and tan!
 
Louis Armstrong with his trumpet
Will be heading westward with his band
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
When Hollywood goes black and tan!
 
Harlem crooners with a swing will be singing at the studio
Makes no difference if you can’t sing, just say, “he-de-he-de-hi-de-ho!”
 
When they start to swing that rhythm
I’ll be heading for that promised land
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
 
You won’t find them wing and bucking
Everybody will be truckin’
It’s gonna be grand
When Hollywood goes black and tan!
 
The mayor of Harlem says he’ll be there
To give those boys a helping hand
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
When Hollywood goes black and tan!
 
Old Bob Howard made a promise
To latch on to that baby grand
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
When Hollywood goes black and tan!
 
Steppin Fetchit’s gonna sing and dance like Fred Astaire
Nina May don’t have to sing ‘cause she can be petit like Ina Claire
 
Water’s gonna do a fan dance
And shake the feathers off her fan
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man!
 
Here’s good news and it’s the newest
Braddock’s going to meet Joe Louis
It’s gonna be grand
When Hollywood goes black and tan!

 

IN ANY LANGUAGE
 
Midge Williams
 
Whether it’s a serenade in Spain
Whether it’s a love song by the Seine
In any language they’re saying the same “I love you”
Whether it’s a Russian refrain or
If it’s “bei mir bist du schön”
In any language they’re saying the same “I love you”
In any clime with any rhyme
What do the lips of lovers impart
There is no other tongue
Love is the mother tongue of each and every heart
Out on a Venetian blue lagoon
Or beneath a yankee doodle moon
In any language they’re saying the same “I love you”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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