[SPEAKER_06]: انظروا إلى ما فعلوه الليلة الماضية. انظر تماما. أعلن والد فاجان أن والدي قد أعلن. تقاعد بروم لهذا ، لذلك نحن ممتنون للغاية. للمتطوعين والأشخاص لدينا ، كان ريز وإيليا هناك. باعوا العديد من الكتب.
[SPEAKER_00]: في الواقع ، شريكي ، شيلا ، لا أستطيع الخروج.
[SPEAKER_06]: جاليل يجلس في خطوات المساعدة في الأداء هنا. وبالطبع ، هناك تيري كارتر ، لذلك ، في المركز العام غرب غرب ميدفورد. هذا عنصر مستمر في المجتمع كشاعر عظيم. كل شيء على ما يرام. أوه ، ماذا فعلت؟ ساعد جيم وراروس في العمل في عطلة نهاية الأسبوع. وبالتالي ، حتى في هذه الأشياء ، لا يزال هذا يتطلب مساهمة مالية مختلفة لتحقيق ذلك. إذا نظرت إلى لافتاتنا ، فيجب أن نكون هناك لمعظم المانحين. بطبيعة الحال ، فإن مجتمع ميدفورد هو المركز الغربي العام لمجلس ميدفورد للفنون ومؤسسة ميدفورد بولان ومؤسسة ميدفورد. إنها أيضًا عامنا الأول كمورد للطعام.
[SPEAKER_00]: داخل كعكة الدنمارك.
[SPEAKER_06]: لقد خلقوا الانتشار الأكثر إثارة للإعجاب. بين الفريقين سوف يذهبون إليهم. هناك أيضًا مراحيض لأولئك الذين يحتاجون إلى استخدامها. نعم ، هناك مانور tranian ، وهي شركة T -Shirt محلية تصنع جميع القمصان الرائعة للجميع وتجعلها بطيئة. هناك أيضًا بعض الرعاة الفرديين ، بما في ذلك أولئك الذين يتم تسجيلهم على صفحة Patreon الخاصة بنا. هذا توقيع شهري مهم في إنشاء جلسات التداخل مع برامج أخرى خلال العام. رموز QR موجودة في كل مكان لأولئك الذين يرغبون في التضحية في Venmo ، الذين زاروا مهرجان Jazz Medford ، وكذلك في هذه الصفحة بالذات من المستفيد. عظيم ، لذلك اعتقدت أن كل شيء. ما زلت أشعر أنني نسيت أن أنسى شخصًا ما ، لكنني سأعود لاحقًا ، وسوف يخبرك تيري كورور بهذه المجموعة والمساحة.
[Terry Carter]: شكرا لك ، شكرا لك ، شكرا لك. جوناثان فاجان هو ميسر ومؤسس لمهرجان الجاز ميدفورد ، البيانو العظيم وكل شيء فيما يتعلق بالموسيقى ، لذلك سوف تسمعها من قبل ، سوف تسمع ذلك قريبًا. هذا هو المركز العام لـ Western Medford. لقد شاركنا في العمل لمدة 90 عامًا. نحن جوهر مجتمعات ميدفورد ليست atomas ، كما تعلمون ، نحن جيدون في النهر السري. لدينا قصة طويلة في Rio -de -jojanroo وفي ثلاثة شوارع وكل ما ستسمعه لاحقًا. لكننا نريد أن نذهب مباشرة إلينا ، نريد أن نتأكد من أننا لا نقلي الوقت أول عمل لنا غدا. بالنسبة لأولئك الذين هم معنا الليلة الماضية ، قبلنا في نفس الوقت مع فريقين لعبنا فيه في الليلة الماضية ، وكان Dawn Star في أكاديمية Musice فظيعة. ثم Nita Wow و The Een والفريق ، أعني أننا سعداء للغاية. سمحوا لي بالقفز قبل نهاية الليل ، لذلك كل شيء في النظام. لذا شكرا. يغني ديبي مع ألعاب الجاز الليلة الماضية ، إنه رائع. حسنًا ، ثم أحضر أول يوم سبت - Retez de -Samba ، المنتخبين بنفس اسم Jacob de Bandolym. هذا يعني أنه في البرتغالية ، وجدته في المصدر ، تعد صيغة Samba ، التي تسمى مجموعة من التطبيقات ، وسيلة لإظهار طعم العديد من الموسيقى البرازيلية بأشكال نقية لا تحتوي على ملحق مصطنع ، أحب أن أحب سيارة كهربائية. الطاهي -الحافلة ، الزوج ، الزوج والزوجة ، آنا ، الأطفال ولبس وارد ، وعلى أساس الصناعة الموسيقية البرازيلية يعيش في بوسطن
[Unidentified]: فقط الأفضل.
[Terry Carter]: Samba الجديد والأفضل من التخصص الجديد ، بالإضافة إلى تخصص متخصص إقليمي ، مثل فورد وإيماشا وكوكو.
[Clayton]: أود أن أعمل بشكل جيد.
[Terry Carter]: أنا أعرف بلدي البرازيلي ، لا. نشأت OK OF Annana من Recyfi ، Perenembuko ، الذي بدأ حياته المهنية في الأغاني البرازيلية في النادي والسينما.
[Unidentified]: أخيرًا ، تعلم العزف على الجيتار وأدرج في مدرسة موسيقية في البرازيل ، حيث تعلم صوته جين دوبوس في مجمع المرجان لدراسة الأساليب القديمة والشعبية.
[Terry Carter]: بعد سنوات عديدة من التعاون مع Guitar Buckthrough ، انتقلت إلى بوسطن ، وبدأ التعاون الموسيقي بيلوات ، بيلو ، بلجوف. إنه بيانو وغيتار وغيتار ومغني ، ويجد عالم موسيقي عميق للغاية. أنا أحبه. هذه قصيدة. بدأ هذا بحقيقة أن فنان Jazip فاز بخيبة الأمل من طلاب المدارس الثانوية ، ثم درس في Dan-Sam de Maguros في موسيقى الموسيقى. حصل على أول سجل له في سن 13 ، ولكن ليس جامعة هذا هو حقا شعر في زوبعة الموسيقى البرازيلية. في الآونة الأخيرة ، كان عالقًا في إمبراطورية البيانو القديمة بحثًا عن تجربة البيانو في البيانو بجامعة بوسطن ، والتي درسها مع جويا شارون وجيلدشتاين. لم يتأخر الرجل والأصدقاء ، وقراءة السامبا.
[Clayton]: جئت إلى العمات ، جئت إلى العمة ، التشيكية المدينة تغفر لي. لا أعرف ماذا تعرف هذه الحياة الرائعة. المدينة تغفر لي. أعتقد أنني جئت إلي ، أعتقد أنني سأموت. المدينة تغفر لي. خارجي سامحني ، لكنني لا أعرف أنك تعرف أن الحياة جميلة بدوني نحن نحبك! حظ سعيد!
[SPEAKER_02]: شكراً جزيلاً. الأغنية الأولى ليست كارلوس فيرا ، وأنت تعلم أنه الله بوسا نوفا. لذلك إذا كان الوقت قد فات وأسامحني. هذا هو الاسم. سأحاول الترجمة.
[SPEAKER_05]: أنا لست جيدًا في هذا ، لكنني أعتقد أنك ستجد ما أغني عنه.
[SPEAKER_02]: لذلك العمل التالي يشبه تأثير موسيقى الجاز. ثم تأثير موسيقى الجاز. إنها مثل أغنية أحبها أيضًا موسيقى الجاز وتأثير قوي. لذلك ، عندما تتحدث عن أصحابها ، لكن موسيقى الجاز لديها. وأنت تعرف ، سترى كيف تذهب.
[SPEAKER_05]: បុក / ករ បុក / ករ , Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, running, running Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running Running, Running, Running, Runing Running, الجري ، ដំណើរការរត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់ដំណើរការរត់រត់ ،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،، إطلاق ، إطلاق ، إطلاق ، إطلاق ، تشغيل ، تشغيل ، تشغيل ، تشغيل ، រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់ ، រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់និងរត់រត់។
[Unidentified]: يٌقطِّع
[Clayton]: បុក / ករ បុក / ករ , Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, running, running Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running, Running Running, Running, Running, Runing Running, الجري ، ដំណើរការរត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់ដំណើរការរត់រត់ ،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،،، إطلاق ، إطلاق ، إطلاق ، إطلاق ، تشغيل ، تشغيل ، تشغيل ، تشغيل ، រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់ ، រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، រត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់។ ، កំពុងរត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់រត់និងរត់រត់និងរត់រត់។
[SPEAKER_05]: شكرًا لك أعتقد أن العمل التالي هو موجة.
[Clayton]: لكنني أعتقد أن هذا مجرد نشاط يمكنك القيام به.
[SPEAKER_05]: عندما تحب ، لا يمكنك أن تكون سعيدًا بمفردك.
[Clayton]: لا يمكنني استخدام هذا لأنني لا أعرف ماذا أقول. هذه أشياء صغيرة تأتي. في التأمل ، لا يمكن أن يكون سعيدًا بمفرده. هذه مدينة. هذه مدينة. هذه مدينة. هذه مدينة. لا ترى ما يمكنك رؤيته. أعود إلى الشاطئ. يمكن أن يكون هناك واحد هنا. لا أعرف كيفية استخدام أي العالم ، الذي لا أحتاجه. الأخضر والأخضر والأزرق. يمكن أن يكون هناك واحد هنا.
[Unidentified]: لا أعرف النص. موسيقى.
[SPEAKER_05]: و شكرًا لك
[SPEAKER_02]: أريد أن أذهب إلى التالي.
[SPEAKER_05]: في بعض الأحيان ندعي أننا نريد أن نغني هذه الأغنية. أعتقد أنني لا أريد تشغيل هذه الأغنية. فكرت ماذا؟ لكنه لا يهم. لا يزال هناك. ذهبت إلى جبل العينة على أرض يسوع ، وشرب كل شيء ، ورأيت الممتلكات. السحر يجذبني. يظهر قلبي. أنا في بايا ، في حفلة الطريق. غرفة الطعام هي سامبا. شرب الضوء ، تحقق من bamsas ، شريط من القوائم التي تجذبني. قلبي ممتلئ. أنا في خليجي. حفلتي القمرية ، سأفعل. يجب أن تنزل إلى مقهى القمر. الطاولة بيضاء ويمكن أن تهدأ. سأدعو الثقة. أنا بصحة جيدة ، أنا هناك. أوه ، ooo! و قاتل وصلت من زلق ، جئت من Ezuler Noah ، كان لدي نوع من قذائف Gouva و Banana. أنا بصحة جيدة ، أنا هناك. وصلت من Gambuoa في ميدان Mauva ، وكنت جبل سامبا. أنا بصحة جيدة ، أنا هناك. ابدأ بجهلها ومامبا بامبا. الاتحاد الأوروبي ، الاتحاد الأوروبي ، الاتحاد الأوروبي ، الاتحاد الأوروبي إلى دالي ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ شكرًا لك لا تزال أغنية الأغنية لجو جو لوي بوسكو مجنونة. لذلك هذا هو عالم يسوع الموجود في يسوع.
[SPEAKER_02]: ومن هنا ، لديها العديد من المساهمات من إفريقيا. هذه هي الطريقة التي تصفها ، وهي أغنية قوية وجميلة للغاية. من الصعب الغناء صباح يوم السبت. الأغاني تحب الغناء في الليل. أوه ، أنا متعب. لذلك ، دعنا نعود ، هذا سام. سامرا تشبه الاختصار في شارع بول. لذلك ، هذه هي كلمة Caetano Veloso ، والتي تم وصفها لأول مرة باسم Samaka. لأنها هي الطريقة التي تبدو بها الأرضية مثل نيويورك. لذلك ، قال عن جمال وآيات بول. هذه رسوم.
[SPEAKER_05]: ما حدث لي ، لكن عندما جئت إلى هنا عندما ذهبت إلى EFA ، لم أصر على أي شيء. ناتارا ، وخاصة الرغبة الحذرة لكلا الفتاتين. لا تحتاج إلى الانتقام من ترجمة أكثر اكتمالا. ماذا حدث لأفكاري. فقط عندما أعبر Ipada و Street John ، ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ ��� هذا ليس أكبر سناً عندما لم يكن لدينا أي عدوى من قبل ، ومن الصعب أن نبدأ ما لا أعرفه عنه ، إنه من حلم آخر ، لأنك في الحقيقة. لم يتحول الجميع بشكل جيد على هذا الخط. جمع وتدمير القوة النقدية للعظمة. لا يبدو جميلًا. أرى مجمدة من الحقل وأصنع ندوة في الغابة الاستوائية. عموم أمريكا ، إفريقيا ، العرق غير المتوقع ، أورام السامبا ، البنك قد يكون بويار سعيدا. أرى كيف تظهر حقول الأرز والمساحة ♪ مصانع الغابات في مياه الأمطار لا يصدق بانامانك ، قبر سامبا يتزايد ، أقوى ، غيبوبة كويلومبو شكرًا لك أعتقد أنه يمكنك معرفة هذا إذا كنت تريد الرقص.
[SPEAKER_02]: لا أستطيع أن أقول أي شيء.
[SPEAKER_05]: سامبا و لكن جزيرة سامبا كانت مختلطة مع الفواكه و أهم شيء هو أنني أترك جبهتي ، وأريد أن يحدث ، لأن سامبا متحمسة لأني أريد أن أكون سامبو شكراً جزيلاً.
[SPEAKER_02]: كل شيء على ما يرام. الكثير من أغاني الرقص. هذا هو ابني المفضل - أواركيك. هذا رائع. فكيف ترجمة سميكة. لا تتوقف في أي وقت. إنها ليست زوجًا جيدًا. لذلك دعني أرقص.
[SPEAKER_05]: ابني ، المال ، التأمين أمامك ، لكنك ستفعل ذلك ، ولكن سيكون كثيرًا. مرت 10 ساعات منذ أن قابلت Hot Samba شعرها وسمحت للفتيات بالرقص في العالم. لا أريد أن أبدأ حلويات ، لكنني قلت ذلك. أنت تهاجم. يؤلم. وإذا استمرت في الجري على وجه زوجك ، فقد تشعر هذه الفتاة بالتعب. العودة إلى رجل حزين ، ستكون هناك امرأة سعيدة ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ ♪ أكثر مضحكة مني عشر ساعات والبخار ساخن. هو إلقاء اللوم على رجل بلا مأوى من امرأة سعيدة ، وامرأة سعيدة وآلاف النساء اللائي لا يملكن. ♪ ، وهو فتى قيم ، لكنك أسوأ. ولكن هذه حالة سيئة للغاية ، وقد مرت 10 ساعات ، وسامبا حار جدا. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ الآن 3 ساعات ، وسامبا الساخنة تجعل شعرها الأسود سعيدا ، يترك الفتاة سامبو وحدها. وراء رجل حزين ، لا يزال امرأة سعيدة. رجل يأتي دائما وراء هذه المرأة. لذلك لأشياءك الجيدة ، أوه! أخرجها من رأسك ، أوه ، من الجدير بنقلك إلى صديقتك. ហើយអ្នកមិនមែនជាមនុស្សទេ ::::::: في :: hm ::::: شكرًا لك أريد فقط أن أشكرك على الدعوة لتكون من جريج هنا ، وهناك الموت.
[SPEAKER_02]: هذه هي المرة الأولى لنا. سعيد لوجود هنا. Rexato Malavati. اسمي آنا. إذا كنت ترغب في الانضمام إلينا عن طريق تسجيل بريد إلكتروني يسجل خطاب البريد الإلكتروني من Media Medford في جزيرة سامبا ، فقم بذلك. أشجع العمل. أنا أيضًا مطور في الحفل. أيضا من ميدفورد. إنه لأمر رائع أن تلعب في المنزل. جيد جدا جيد جدا. إنه جيد ، لذا ... يمكنك معرفة هذا.
[SPEAKER_05]: سيكون متوسط العمر المتوقع ، ثم ♪ الطيران على الفور ، والفتاة التي تراها لا تزال تبدو جميلة ، يجب أن ترى أنك يجب أن تحب بدون حب اليوم � � [Cantando asportuguugure الاتحاد الأوروبي بيرجونتو ، ماسوف داو سترى الحب ولم أر أي شيء مثله ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ قفزت فجأة ورأيت كيف جاءت الفتيات. جاء. دائما هذا الأخ أوبورغادو.
[SPEAKER_02]: تصبح بوليرو. نعم ، يحب بوليرو. افعل ذلك. هذا من كايممي دورغال. هذه أغنية أخرى عن الحب. تصبح بوليرو.
[SPEAKER_05]: ♪ لا ، مثل شخص ما يحدث الحب في الحياة. أنت لست سهلاً. وقد جئت أيضا. وبما أن المنازل الرئيسية في حياتنا ، فإن الحياة تجعل لعبتك لك. أنت لا تدعو الآخرين. أنا لست أنا أو أي شخص. يحدث الحب في الحياة. أنت غير مناسب. عزيزي ، ما مدى أهمية حياتنا في حياتنا. وأنت لا تسمح للشخص أن يحب أنه يطير ودور مصالح S & ::: ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪: عندما يحدث الحب في الحياة ، فأنت لست مستعدًا. عزيزي ، ما مدى أهمية حياتنا لا أحد يحب أحداً ، أنا ، وقد صنعت الحب ، وليس أنا شكرًا لك هذه الموسيقى ، التي يمكننا الغناء خلال اليوم ، مثل نفس الأغنية؟ هذا جيد. أنا أحبه. مرة أخرى؟ كل شيء على ما يرام.
[SPEAKER_02]: مرة أخرى ، من الرائع أن تكون في ميدفورد. بالنسبة لك ، جمهور خاص ، خاص. شكرا جزيلا لدعوة كل واحد منا. آسف ، لا أتذكر اسمك.
[SPEAKER_05]: مبكر جدا. ولكن شكرا مرة أخرى لضيوفنا. اصنع الأغنية الأخيرة. الأغنية الأخيرة هي الأفضل؟
[SPEAKER_02]: شرب؟ نعم ، افعل ذلك. أنت تعرف؟ توازن الشراب؟ كل شيء على ما يرام. لذلك هذه أغنية أخرى لجو مودوكو. لذلك ، يجب أن نذهب. الكثير من الطاقة ، ساحة كبيرة.
[SPEAKER_05]: وجه كل مبرد لديه تأجير. تم إخطار الغيوم في السماء من قبل السلاحف. أنا خارجي في كل مراحل من هذا الخط ، يمكنك تدمير توازن الإنجازات التي تعرف أمل الأمل في كل فنان شكرًا لك شكراً جزيلاً. بيل وونغ ، جريجوتورو ورينا ماما مازا باغ. اسمي آنا. سنلعب هاوارد بلازا الأسبوع المقبل. إذا سألت ، يمكنني أن أخبرك أكثر. شكرًا لك كل شيء على ما يرام.
[Terry Carter]: نعم ، هذا هو simfd. تاككانكو. تم تجنيد سامبا ، أجنحة البيانو. آنا بور في صوتها. جريج تورو على الجهير. قل لي مرة أخرى. وريناتو على الطبول. كل شيء على ما يرام. جيد جدًا. حسنًا ، استرخ لحياتك المهنية عندما نستعد للعمل الثاني. نصيحتي المكثفة هي الانضمام إلى ورعاية متجر الحلويات الدنماركي ، لأنهم في حالة جيدة. لديها الكثير من السعادة. كل السكر ، كل الزيت على جانب العجينة وذوق جيد جدا على الجانب المالح. لذلك ، أنت تعرف ، تابع واحصل. لديهم عصير الليمون والماء البارد. جيد جداً. كل شيء على ما يرام. نراكم في بضع دقائق.
[SPEAKER_03]: لم أكن أعرف أبدًا أنهم يستطيعون فعل شيء ما. لا أعتقد أنك تحبني. أنت تخبر الجميع أنني أعلم أنني في ذهنك ، أينما ذهبت. أنا لا أصدقك في النهاية ، قال وكان محظوظًا جدًا. لا أصدق ما يمكنهم فعله. لا أعتقد أنك تحبني. أنت تخبر الجميع أنني أعلم أنني في ذهنك ، أينما ذهبت. قال واعتقد أنني كنت محظوظًا جدًا
[Terry Carter]: All right. All right. Hello everybody. All right. So we had a beautiful first set. They said that they samba was marvelous. Really really good. And hopefully we will at least meet if not exceed your expectations for the second part of our program today. For those of you who don't know me or who I haven't had a chance to meet yet, my name is Terry Carter, Terry E. My mother says use the initial, that's why I gave it to you. So it's Terry E. Carter, E stands for Eugene. And I direct elder services here at the community center. I'm not going to talk a lot, but I do want you to know just a little bit about We've been in business for 90 years representing the historic African American community of West Medford and this is the second building on the site. The first building was little more than an old army Quonset hut that was brought here from the defunct army base in East Boston going way back, World War II. And it was set on the site and it remained our home from like 1945 to the early 2000s. And then it basically collapsed under its own weight. And we were fortunate enough over the next several years thereafter to build this building. And this is the current home of an organization that really, really is very near and dear to my heart. I grew up in West Medford. I'm born and raised on Jerome and Monument Streets, not too far from here. And so the community center, Duggar Park, where all the basketball players are, well, you know, another story for another day. And, let's see, Duggar Park. the Hervey School, Shiloh Baptist Church, a couple other places. If our parents didn't know where we were, they knew where to find us, okay? Because we were at one of those three or four places. But in any case, Jonathan and I, Jonathan Fagan here, who convened and founded the Jazz Fest, yeah, absolutely. We got together, it's going on six years ago, we decided that we wanted to do something project-wise, him as a musician, me as a poet, that would bring those two worlds together under the banner of jazz, because he's a splendid jazz composer, arranger, and poetry, and I'm turning into more of a lyricist as time goes by. I just started out as a garden variety poet, but now I can add lyricist and poet laureate to my name. Okay, so we're gonna start off with where we think, as a community, we start off. So we're gonna do a tune called Hired by the Mystic, okay? All right, now, everything that we do is this intersection of jazz and social justice, okay? Some of it might not fit your ears real easily, but I ask you to open your hearts because I speak the truth in love. Is that cool? All right, all right, very good. All right, let's do this. They gave my people the lowlands, and not much of it. Just a few streets high by the river. Banks turned to fly and die behind the red lines, and it wasn't about the money. Class was an irresistible force. Race was an immovable object. Perhaps it wasn't the written rule, but white folks knew the legal tool to keep us in our place in this mystic valley space, where slaves and rum and chips had built some mansions, made some millionaires, and hid some old money. So it was hard by the mystic we went, muddy and a bit turned down, the only place where one could be brown in this ancient Middlesex County town. But we named it and claimed it and made it our own. Even in the heat of summer, when the shores were parched and the soil was rank, with the decay of aquatic alchemy, we were one with the river. We followed its flow to the lakes and the sandy beachfront. Like our own Jordan Shore, we baptized and blessed our brothers and sisters in Christ. We caught the little fishes to and became the TV multitude who our Lord Jesus fed, hired by the mystic. We became community. We commanded unity. We embraced the village and raised up our children in the way they should go. As the river ebbs and flows, the tides would turn and our fortune grows. A few more streets become our home. Houses on Sharon join Kin on Jerome. From Duggar Park to the railroad tracks, the landed folk make more room for blacks. The color line recedes a bit. Church and school and center sit. The ville becomes the heart of it, hired by the mystic shore. Now the worm has surely turned, and folks who left have surely learned things couldn't stay the same. That muddy mystic most days is clean. The banks are freshly cut and green. Faces once distinctly brown are not the only ones in town. These streets that once were our confines must now embrace what gentry defines, condominium culture, bedroom convenience, university sprawl, access, egress, excess, and largesse. Now those lowlands have become the highlights of a trending city. And sometimes that success isn't pretty when it's at the expense of your black and brown and tan family. And yet the river still turns and bends. from where it begins to where it ends. The only place where one could be ground in this ancient Middlesex County town where we named it and claimed it and made it our own. All right. All right, okay, now, okay, we're into it now, okay? We're into it. So this is a cool segue because... There were, in that ancient Middlesex County town where we named it and claimed it and made it our own, there were a few institutions, especially for us kids. There was, of course, Duggar Park. There was the Hervey Schoolyard where we grew up and played on that side of town. There was the West Medford Community Center where all of us kids came for Cub Scouts and Girl Scouts. playing pool and bumper pool and ping pong and so on and so forth. And one of the other institutions that was particularly near and dear to our heart was right around the corner, a few streets down on Jerome Street, and it was called The Little Store. It was a tiny red hovel on Upper Jerome. a bit run down and rough around the edges. And Mr. Henry seemed so old to us even then, with a lot of whiskers, impatient, and a little scary. One would suspect that he didn't even like kids, but he really must have loved us. Or else, where did all that penny candy come from? He had all of it, no, seriously. We'd bust in there with a few nickels or a handful of pennies, all loud and unruly. He'd hush us up while he finished with grown folks' business. Then he'd be back, like a black Willy Wonka up in that old shack. He'd peer over those old horn-rimmed glasses and tell us he didn't have all day. Then he'd blow open one of those small brown craft paper bags. and get to stuffin' while we were oohin' and ahin' and huffin' and puffin'. See, Mr. Henry had all the treats, all of our favorites, a hundred great sweets. Root beer barrels and pixie sticks, squirrel nut zippers and banana splits, green mint juleps and button strips, red licorice ropes and bottle nips, He had bazooka Joe bubblegum and a tiny sucker called a dum-dum. Jawbreakers and Tootsie Rolls, sugary love for little kids souls. Candy necklaces to wear and bite, and waxy red lips was such a sight. Fat gum cigars and kid cigarettes, right beside the crunchy six legs. Mary Jane chewies and BB bats, hot fireballs and Mexican hats. Just the genuine Hershey's Kisses, all of the hits and none of the misses. Like kid taffy squares and Necco wafers, liquor made in Boston baked beans. Gold rocks, nuggets of gum in a bag, a kid's idea, sweet tooth swag. Before the days of Laffy Taffys, we would gobble up peppermint patties. Before we knew about gummy bears, Twizzlers always came in pairs. Chewy cow tails with creamy filling, but sugar babies had top filling. Reese's peanut butter cups had us squealing like newborn pups. mica nights and orange slices, salt water taffy and tiny prices. Lifesavers and charms and fruity flavors. We grab those bags like potty favors. Uncles were a favorite choice, and milk duds made us all rejoice. Jolly ranchers and bitter honey, we always got a lot for our money. Talk about kids getting excited. Our greedy fingers could barely wait. You can't imagine the flame he ignited to take that candy like fish take bait. from cold January to chilly December. More kinds of candy than I can remember at the Phil storefront on Upper Jerome. I knew I had to write this poem. See, Mr. Henry had all the treats, all of our favorites, a hundred great sweets. All right. All right, all right. Yeah, yeah. We love it. Okay, so here's the band. Jonathan Fagan on the keys. All right. Greg Toro on the little sexy. This is not the big sexy. The big sexy is the really big bass. This is the little sexy. It's still very sexy, but it's a smaller bass. And my man, Gordon Engelgau on the traps here. Okay, we are the Ally Project. We're going to move this thing along. Boy, where am I? Yeah. OK, here we go. So I'm not going to lie or front as we say in the hood. The neighborhood has changed pretty dramatically, all right? So I'm gonna talk a little bit about how I remember it and what it's become, okay? So this piece is called Corner Lot. All right. standing at the apex of Arlington and Jerome, trying to remember the black and the brown and the tan. Ronnie and Otis used to live in the big house on the corner lot. It's probably changed a half a dozen times since then. Current owner's been there for a minute. He's good with his hands and he knows his way around wood and tools. Place has been gussied up quite a bit. Picket fence is not quite white, but if you know, you know. Asian kid in a Tufts hoodie just whipped by in a helmet and roller blades. Didn't see much of that back in the day. The university sort of hit on the hell side, trying its best to be a baby Ivy. But the co-eds come here all the time now. Basketball, tennis rackets, pickleball paddles in tow, on bikes, in Benzos and roller blades. We used to bust ourselves up pretty good on those rickety metal skates with clunky keys and leather straps. Nothing a little Vaseline and Mercurochrome couldn't handle. How did Henley put it in Invictus? Oh yeah, bloody but unbowed. Not too many white and off-white kids hanging out here back there then. It was as if the invisible lines once drawn to keep us in sometimes kept other folks out too. Now they've pretty much taken over. Dug a park, the Rhone tennis courts, the Hervey schoolyard, and a hundred addresses on Arlington, Lincoln, and Jerome. A host of our remembered places, so few of our original faces. Meanwhile, back in Ronnie and Otis' old place, I'm still standing like that centurion, knowing that Jesus doesn't have to go in to heal his servant. He just has to speak a word. I guess I keep hoping that he'll speak a word to the corner lot, too, and bring back the black and the brown and the tan. Across the river, it's low tide. The smell is gone and the grass is greener than I recall. That was our little park, away from dugger and a lot less hectic. We had makeshift bases or discarded cones for football and softball. We lost a few in the river, but nobody was going in that muck to retrieve anything. We'd probably wait in that water today. They planted some trees there many years ago. They're all pretty big now. Maple and ash, I think. Nobody plays baseball or football there anymore. But there are lots of dogs frolicking off leash and gaggles of fat Canadian geese daring pitties, pugs, and poodles to chase them all. I can't imagine my childhood without losing a few softballs there. I can't imagine not hearing Mrs. Allen call little James Michael to come and eat, or little Charlie to watch us play from his folding chair, because his spindly legs were too weak to let him run. I can't imagine that I'm still here. But Ronnie and Otis, Darryl King and Frankie French, Aaron McDaniel and Marky Davis are all gone. Mark was as thick as a big tree trunk, so we came up with Oak for him. Aaron was Spud, Frankie was Fruit Man, and I was Top Cat. Too cool, ran to school. Everyone wants the corner lot now. A little more land and perhaps the new perspectives that angles create. I wonder if that meant anything to Ronnie and Otis, or Jed and Miles and Gib, Barry, Coco, Keith Wing, and Kenny Byfield. Certainly meant something to the white folks looking to displace, transplant, and uproot the local color. Black folks built homes here, only place where they were allowed to be, where they could color inside the lines Medford once drew against the perceived discomforts of darker skin. We were here first. First firefighters, police officers, war heroes, shop owners, tradesmen, postal chiefs, teachers, artists, and preachers. We were the human bedrock of the only neighborhood they'd let us build. The old church is gone now. Nelson even changed the street number as if to erase the fact that the original Shiloh Baptist ever existed. But if you know, you know. That corner still has a cornerstone. 1900, and Nelson couldn't do nothing about it without a more draconian demolition. Two more condos in the house of the Lord. Two more houses that us first folk can't afford. Two more dismissals of the blessings of his word. One more holy stone rejected and ignored. Thank you. Thank you. All right, we're going to switch it up a little bit. You're familiar with the jazz canon. You know a couple of the players. You know Duke Ellington and Miles Davis and maybe Herbie Hancock and a few others. And then maybe you know John Coltrane. All right, so Coltrane, some of the best of the jazz standards were his compositions with that beautiful horn of his. And one of them was about one of his loves. Her name was Naima. And so if you know Coltrane and you know jazz a little bit, you probably have heard Naima before. So this is a riff, a take on Naima. It's called Reprise for Naima. He would blow this note in the midnight air, aloft in the ether it floats out there. Staccato cadence sets a mood of bluesy lyrical attitude. Improvisational mystery like Monk's piano epistrophe or Miles' tone poem in a silent way or Flanagan's peace at the end of the day. Syncopated in sharp, bright tone, a countdown to stardust, a twilight zone, like a blue train running against the night, setting the pace, then out of sight. With heartmen crooning or bags-on vibes, trios, duets, quartets, and tribes, the blues, the ballads, the avant-garde, incredibly gorgeous, impossibly hard. Giant steps move us miles ahead. Cooking up bop for Harlem street cred. Melody's hand to the harmony wed. Piano's lullaby fresh in the bed. Rhythm rocks where the drummer led. Rhythm rolls where the bass man sped. Rhythm birthed what the saxophone bred. Rhythm heard what the master said. How could he make the bitter taste sweeter? How could a tortured mind deleter? How could the mellowed scotch be neater? How could the smoke from each cigarette create blue beads that cast a net, create blue beads of cascading sweat, create blue haze that confounds regret, create blue nights that we can't Coltrane's notes are a crystal scale, a velvet scream in the urban travail, the heavenly riff of a love supreme, the pungent riff of a lover's dream. Coltrane's notes are a cozy romance, the breezy bounce of a bop and a dance, the languid lilt of stray's lush life, the cakes cut by the artist's knife. Coltrane's notes are a standard refined, like gold in a pan or gemstones mined, the sparkling glow of a hopeful dream, hot black coffee with a hint of cream. Coltrane's notes are Naima's reprise, like madness that brings a man to his knees, or sadness that comes when lovers part, the gladness removed from the balladeer's heart. A tight arrangement cuts the gloom. The melody says that love's in bloom. The harmony spirit engulfs the room. The bride says yes to her lyrical groom. The groove and the beat then jump the broom. The kip drum resounds with a sonic boom. As genius is birthed in a soul filled room. Musical mythology mocks, a twisted path the hero walks. With shield and sword the hero stalks. The temperance shakes her twisted locks. Medusa's snakes, his vision shocks. Holds up the mirror to stony blocks. The harp and the horn melt icy rocks. Serpents retreat and symphony talks. Coltrane's notes are a roller coaster, a hallelujah and a paternoster, the glorious jolt of the maestro's hand, the saxophone titan is in command. Coltrane's notes are a crazy rhythm, the squawk of chords and playful schism, the frenetic pace of Mr. P.C., the coolest round midnight will ever be. Coltrane's notes are genius refined, like gold in a pan or a gemstone's mine. The sparkling glow of a lover's dream, hot black coffee with a hint of cream. Coltrane's notes are Naima's reprise. Like madness that brings a man to his knees, or sadness that comes when lovers part, then gladness revived in the balladeer's heart. Thank you. Thank you very much. All right, all right. So we're going to stay on the jazz frontier for a minute. Herbie Hancock, and later Quincy Jones, they did a tune, Quincy covered it, Herbie Hancock did it for us, and it's called Tell Me a Bedtime Story. So we do a little riff on Tell Me a Bedtime Story, it's called Tell Me Another Bedtime Story, all right? It's just a sweet little jazz ditty, okay? Cool. Is this where the sandman picks up each grain, restoring the beauty and reducing the pain? Is this where we fly to never never land, like the troop of lost boys with Peter Pan? All of the mystery of hidden dreams. Nothing now is as it seems. Tell a sweet tale that sugars and creams with flashes of sardines and shining moonbeams. As I lay down to my slumber, paint a landscape of ochre and umber. Let there be a hint of romance. Turn up the quiet. Love wants to dance. Tell me a bedtime story, please, of secret gardens and pecan trees, of babbling brooks and waterfalls, of gentle breezes that summer calls, of hidden havens and wondrous spaces, of astral planes and mystical places. Let it be a melody that sings in four-part harmony. Let it resound in symphony that folds into dreamland's reverie. Tell me a fable of Arabian nights spread on a table of earthly delights, free from the label of anger and fights, willing and able to scale higher heights. Tell me a bedtime story now, as the baby rocks in the maple bough, as the blue ox puts his nose to the plow, and the sweaty farmer wipes his brow, as each green seedling happily vows to yield each fruit the ground allows, and seven dwarfs whistle a happy tune, and sleeping beauty awakens soon. Let there be a melody that sings in four-part harmony. Let it resound in symphony, then fold into dreamland's reverie. This is the time when the sandman whispers and seven grooms meet seven sisters. And the prairie sings an ode to love as the angels release the turtle dove. For now, I lay me down to sleep and pray to God, my soul to keep. All right. Jonathan Fagan on the keys. Greg Toro on the bass. Did you hear that? You heard that, right? All right, that's Gordon Yango, guy on the drums. All right. All right, so listen, we're going to the intersection of jazz and social justice, all right? All right, and when I say we ain't playing, we ain't playing, but we're playing. Is that okay? All right, all right. So we ain't playing, but we're playing. Okay, this is called alienation. Good? Okay. All right. Here is a fence without a gate. You can't get in, you have to wait. You can't be foreign or somehow strange. This isn't your home, home on the range. You can't arrive in a rickety boat. Our castle has a treacherous moat. We won't host refugees at our door. You're not the sort we're looking for. Take good note, we stay on guard. We don't want you in our backyard. Despite the danger you seek to avoid, our best deterrents have been deployed. You say our country's full of peril. But like stray cats, we think you're feral. We think you're prone to filth and crime. We don't want either at this time. We don't care what the nations say. They won't do more than hope and pray. Our stance is clear on human rights. Lock the door. Turn off the lights. You saw that statue in the bay. It stood for liberty until today. It welcomed tired and huddled masses, not criminals from your underclasses. We've got militias on the border. They own big guns to keep the order. Law enforcement lets them stay to help them keep your kind at bay. Why do we feel that this is good? Why can't we share the neighborhood? Is it because you're black and brown? No, we just choose to stand our ground. Stay in your place. Deal with your issues. We'll send lots of coal and tissues. Don't form caravans and run. You'll find yourselves in the sight of a gun. There are no streets here lined with gold. Our eyes are closed, our hearts are cold. There is no flowing milk and honey. American skies are not that sunny. The fences we build keep aliens out. They serve to keep our faith devout. This land we scheme to make our own is ours, you see, and ours alone. As long as you stay on the other side, we can maintain our national pride. Please don't show us your anguished faces. We're cutting back on other races. We've had enough of global inclusion. We're ridding this country of race confusion. We know how to win these fights and limit all these civil rights. safety nets and the welfare state will have to stop for the lost and late a rising tide that favors the rich that's our famous favorite campaign pitch me too movements and black lives matter in all due time your ranks will scatter you think that you shall overcome just cross this line we'll give you some We'll give you a taste of burning churches and black boys hung from oaks and birches. We'll give you a taste of incarceration in prisons.com, the corporate plantation. We're taking this country back to the time when a brown life wasn't worth a dime, except for the way it worked in the field, except for a bushel of crops to yield. We're taking this country back to the day when white meant right in every way, when men of privilege could rape and beat and kill for spite, then lie and cheat. We're taking this homeland back to the season when hooded marauders needed no reason to hunt folks down with rifles and dogs through the lonely woods, the swamps, and bogs. When confederate flags were boldly raised, and crosses in the darkness blazed, and the land was full of racial hate, served with grits on a breakfast plate. You thought this worm had surely turned, and young black bodies no longer burned. Yet here you are again today, with the specter of prejudice winning the day. The MAGA caps you wear with pride, they let us know who's on your side. The pointed hood and long white robe, fine clothes for the xenophobe. Perhaps this place that immigrants covet can somehow heal and rise above it. Until that day, our best advice to call this home, you'll pay a price. You'll pay a price as many misguided embrace the hate their voice provided. His Twitter rants and sound bites full of ethnocentric cock and bull. You'll pay a price as higher walls lead great climbers to greater falls, where fences are the new condition announcing the refugees' abolition. This isn't our nation's greatest hour, this flexing of white supremacist power. And yet the season is fully revealing the stain of hatred we've been concealing. So take good note and be on guard of deadly traps around the yard. Our agents are on high alert to keep you foreigners off this dirt. Tolerance is in short supply. We won't let your kind occupy this sacred land our forebears built. We don't subscribe to Anglo guilt. This fence was built without a gate to keep out all who come here late. To all you aliens, we don't like strange. No room at the inn in our home on the range. All right. Hard troops, admittedly, but troops nonetheless. All right, so we're gonna stay there for a minute, and then we'll try and ease up off of your feelings. This piece is called The Ally, and it's actually kind of the eponym for our project. So we're gonna do Ally for you. Friends become distant and strange as if you have some creeping mange. Family wonders why and rings their hands. How could you choose them over us? We're your blood, bone of your bone, and flesh of your flesh. They're not like us. They're so different, less than, not equal to, beneath. Declarations have been made. Arrangements are in place. These are matters of our kin. Signs have been painted. You're going to be cast out. You're going to be shunned. You need to stick with your own kind. An ally? Is that what they're calling you? Well, it's a hard road to hoe. You're making strange bedfellows. You're casting your white pearls before swine. You weren't raised to behave like this. Our family is a proud and honored clan. We'll never be lower than any black man. There's no room for them at this table. There's always been two sides of the track, a right and wrong side of town, our kind and their kind, your people and those folks. It's going to kill your mother and your daddy's turning over in his grave. You want to shout out, Black Lives Matter. But the master plan is to make them scatter, to serve them pain on a silver platter. Our people own them. They worked this land for 200 years. They were our property, our Negroes. Hell, our Negroes to make it plain. You can't be out there with them. You can't be shoulder to shoulder with the ones we need to dominate, relegate, subjugate, eliminate. They want reparations. Well, we're making preparations to give them 40 acres of hell and a mule kit to the gut. You don't seem to get it, son. This is the way the races run. There's not enough room for everyone. The time for black and brown is done. Show your pride and pick up your gun. Pick the side that has always won. You can't be out there with them. You can't be shoulder to shoulder with the ones we need to dominate, relegate, subjugate, eliminate. All right. All right, all right. Yeah, yeah. All right, all right. Once again, the Allied Project. Jonathan Fagan, Greg Toro, Gordon Angle Guywin, I'm Terry Carter. Too cool, these bros got me sweating out here. Got me sweating. All right, okay, so we're at a couple of different spots and then we're gonna finish up. But let's do something nice and mellow. This is called Legacy, okay? Everybody enjoying themselves? All right. I know it's warm out there. I know. But you're braving the elements and enjoying the day, hopefully. Very, very good. It's not for you to tell your own story. That is the burden of your children. They must shoulder this yoke with love and loyalty. And yet, you have not gathered them up and bid them sit before the campfires of their elders. You have not seasoned their meals with the spice of their identity and the savor of their names. How will they learn to walk the walk and talk the talk? How will they learn to tell your stories even as they live out their own? Sons and daughters and heirs, if you didn't smell the burning ash or feel the warmth of the flame on your neck, you don't know. If you didn't revel in the growl of the griot's earthy reply or the trill of the mockingbird's cry, you don't know. If mama was too tired and daddy too long gone to carry the wood, light the spark and stoke the flames, you don't know. And until the lion cub knows how to tell the pride stories, the hunters will always tell them first. The good book says train up the child in the way they should go. Will we let them depart from the community of faith and the city on the hill without the master's touch, without the oil of his anointing and his full measure of grace? Will we not show them Anansi's clever ways, Popo and Fafina's journey, Mufaro's beautiful daughters, the people who could fly the wonders of Wakanda, and Songololo's new tacky. The prophet says he will encourage fathers and their children to return. But how will they know the way home if no map charts the seas, measures the roads, cites the peaks and valleys, and names each forest despite the thickening trees? Will the burden of the elder stories be too heavy for the children? Will they care to carry? Will they dare to tarry? Will they linger at the foot of the griot? Will they hunger for the wisdom of the sage? We must put them on this page, where hard work earns a man his wage, where power is measured by God's own gauge, where miracles scarf at the wand of a maid. We must share with them the truth that is loyal and fierce like Naomi and Ruth, that doesn't wait for the confessional booth, that has the bite of the panther's tooth. This is the gift of legacy, where a glorious past sets the captives free, and a candle's light beckons liberty. Sons and daughters and heirs, I bid you sit before the campfires of your elders, hear their stories, gather up their stones, and build up your strength. They will show you Anansi's clever ways, Popo and Fafina's journey, Mufaro's beautiful daughters, the people who could fly the wonders of Wakanda, and Sanga Lolo's new tackies. Soon you will be the herald. Write these things down on the tablets of your spirit. Let them put a running in your feet. With each quickening step, you repel the arrows of the hunter. With the shield of abiding faith, you capture the flags of your enemies and gather up their spoils. You remain the lions of the pride and your tails will always be your children's bread. You will never abandon the community of faith. Though you build a thousand cities on a hill, drawing wondrous strength from the master's touch as the oil of his anointing fills your clay jars with his grace. Thank you. All right. Quite a while ago, it was either my first or my second book. Speaking of first and second books, I've got books up there. There's actually a Ally Project CD, for those of you who still have a CD player. And it's got a lot of our music on it. So if you're interested, it's up there. We also have a book. Jazz Festival t-shirts, which are lovely, and our food venue, the Danish Pastry House, will still be here after we leave. So if you didn't get a snack and you wanna get one, come back and sit out under the tent and talk, or however the move hits you, it's all there, still there for you. All right, okay, so I think we're gonna do two more, and then we're gonna be done. All right, so. I love that, I love that, I love that, I love that. If it's not fake, if you're faking it, don't do it. But if it's, oh, okay, I love it, okay. What are we doing? Oh, we're doing Bobby, okay. All right, so a while back, on one of my early books, I think it was the second one, I have a painting in my house. It's called, what's it called, T? Oh, it's called Bobby Doesn't Live Here. And basically what it is is my attempt, my humble painting attempt, to kind of depict black women in all shapes and sizes, because they come in all shapes and sizes. And there may be one or two of them who are very, very narrow and somewhat Barbie-like, somewhat Angel Reese-like. But for the most part, it runs the gamut. So I wrote this poem called Barbie Doesn't Live Here to go with that. piece of artwork. And every once in a while, you revisit a piece of poetry and you say, well, what could I have done differently? Or what could I have said differently? So I had this notion, and it came out like this. And it's called, If Barbie Had a Choice.
[Unidentified]: هاها.
[Terry Carter]: إذا كان لدى الطفل خيار ، أعتقد أنه في يوم من الأيام سيفعل شيئًا أسود. هذا سوف يعطي كريم البشرة مع سطوع أبني. عقيده وعقيدته العقيد. الصندوق الوردي من المعاجين في صندوق وردي مع الكثير من الحليب الأبيض وأشجار النخيل والشواطئ وراء. أنا لا أعتقد ذلك. لا يمكنك أن تكون مظلمًا للغاية ، ويتم إسقاط الوركين في هذه الوركين في جزيرة Holddi الصغيرة. أحتاج إلى شيء أكثر أهمية. أحتاج إلى الكثير من الساحات في السنغال وطوطم مشرق باتيك وضحية بلدي. اضطررت إلى توصيل كل شيء بشكل جيد وإظهار العالم كله ما فعلته في خياط Valaka في الخياط. أحتاج هذا في داممي ، وليس في ماثيو وديزني. على محمل الجد ، إذا كان لدى بوبي خيار ، يبدو Kent مثل Ali أو Denzel أو Idris Elba ، قططه الشوكولاتة السوداء. بادئ ذي بدء ، إنه ميلانانو ، وليس لي ، وهذا في الواقع ليس أكثر من 150 ورقة من ملابس عيد الميلاد. سوف يسقط مثل Malm Green ، يستيقظ Tupac ويصنع شركة مثل Malcolm. سوف يقبل شخصًا بفم أسود ، ولم يترك أي غابات استوائية رائعة وأكمل. سوف يبقي رجله يرتعش في القصيدة السوداء الأخيرة. إذا كنت لا تعرف يوتيوب. لا يحتاج إلى الأرداف البرازيلية أو تلال بيفرلي هيل أو اجتماعات Adobe Photoshop. الأم الأفريقية تهتم بكل هذا في علم الوراثة الجيدة ، كيف تعتقد ذلك؟
[SPEAKER_07]: إذا كان لدى دمى باربي خيار ، فلا يمكنك شراء هذه اللعبة R.
[Terry Carter]: شوارتز أو ماري رينولد. لا ينبغي أن تكون صديقة مزيفة لفتاة أو بونيني. لا ينبغي أن تكون فتاة أمريكية ، أدي ، هاتف لحوادث ضارة أو أمومة. لن تكون فتاة ، مارجو روبي ، وهي ليست باربي أو ب. ديدي هارفي من فطيرة الكرز. انتهيت من الجري مع الكثير من الإيقاعات ، يمكن أن تنتهي فقط بضعة قضبان من النحاس في الوقت المحدد. أشخاص جدد في بوبي لا يمثلون معقولًا. لا يمكن أن يجلس اللوم على السياج. امرأته مذهلة. يجد أحد اللاعبين ألعابه كثيرًا ولم يكن مهتمًا أبدًا بالحصول على نتائج الحب. على الرغم من أنه يمكن تعبئته في بنتلي أو بنتلي أو بنتلي ، إلا أنه سيضيع في الأرض من أمطار حقيقية. New Barbie Nubian يحتاج إلى احترام مجنون. هذه ليست مدونة أو كائن مهمل. سوف يقاتل من أجلها من أجل الطبقة العالية. لن تكون متواضعة أو صغيرة. أقاتل حول الازدحام ، سيكون الأمر مختلفًا. لن يكون شبح أو كاذب تهديدًا. بالإضافة إلى النسبة المئوية للواجب ، لن يتعرق الجمال والحكمة. يمكن أن يكون لدى باربي الأبيض الجميل مباريات طائرة ، لكن طائرة الروح لم تهبط. لقد نسيت ملكة أفريقيا حقًا ، على الرغم من أنني أرغب في إنقاذ هذه الرحلة. يمكنك حفظ هذا. نعم ، قد تحتاج إلى حفظه. كل شيء على ما يرام. حسنًا ، دعونا في النهاية ، حيث بدأنا ، كانوا للعائلة ، لأن الجميع كانوا هنا ، ونحبك التنافس في السعرات الحرارية ، لأننا نعرف هذا هنا. لذا ، انظر إذا كنت آمل أن أجدها.
[SPEAKER_07]: هل تريد الشعر في مطبخ الأطفال؟ قاتل قاتل قاتل قاتل
[Terry Carter]: អ្វីគ្រប់យ៉ាងគឺល្អ។ ខ្ញុំដឹងថាអ្វីដែលខ្ញុំនិយាយនៅថ្ងៃនេះហើយអ្វីដែលយើងលេងនៅថ្ងៃនេះគឺយើងដឹង, ទាក់ទាញលេខកូដផ្សេងគ្នានិងអនុភាពជាមួយមនុស្ស។ ប៉ុន្តែកំណាព្យពិសេសនេះប្រហែលជាហាងតូចមួយដែលនាំយករូបភាពពីរបៀបដែលផ្ទះរបស់អ្នកមើលចំណុចមួយចំនួន។ ខ្ញុំស្ទើរតែធានាថាមិនថាអ្នកមកពីណាដែលអ្នកមកពីណាក៏ដោយការអធិស្ឋានខ្លះក្តីសង្ឃឹមរបស់ខ្ញុំក្តីសង្ឃឹមរបស់ខ្ញុំថាផ្ទះរបស់អ្នកនឹងមើលទៅដូចជាពេលវេលាហើយសង្ឃឹមថានឹងធ្វើវាជានិច្ច។ ការងារនេះត្រូវបានគេហៅថាកំណាព្យនៅលើតុផ្ទះបាយ។ គ្មាននរណាម្នាក់ចង់ចាកចេញទេ។ ពួកវាដូចជាផ្លែប៊្លូបឺរីនៅលើទ្រូងរបស់ពួកគេដែលបានសាងសង់និងពេញចិត្ត។ វាមានអាហារឆ្ងាញ់ពោតនិងស្រស់ស្រស់សាច់មាន់ចៀនមាន់និងសាឡាត់ដំឡូង។ កណ្តឹងខ្លាញ់និងខ្លាញ់។ នេះគឺជាបន្ទប់នេះ។ ព្រះនិងក្មេងស្រីរបស់ខ្ញុំតើអ្នកធ្ងន់ធ្ងរទេ? នេះគឺជាការសន្ទនាពិតប្រាកដ។ យើងជាមនុស្សពិត។ គ្រួសារតើអ្នកដឹងថាខ្ញុំកំពុងនិយាយអ្វីទេ? យើងគឺជាគ្រួសារមួយ។ អ្នកអាចធុំក្លិនស្នេហាមុនពេលទ្វារបើក។ អ្នកដឹងថានឹងមាននំ Walnut ។ តែផ្អែមនឹងបង្កក។ ប្រជាជននៅភាគខាងត្បូងនឹងរត់គេចពីទិសខាងជើងសំលេងក្រាស់ហើយភាពងងឹតរបស់ប្រទេសនឹងនៅជិតទីក្រុង។ បន្ទាប់ពីបំណែកមានតម្លាភាពពួកគេនឹងស្នាក់នៅលើតុនេះអស់រយៈពេលជាយូរមកហើយលាងចានធ្វើឱ្យម្ហូបអាហារឬខ្ចប់វាក្នុង TupptionWare និង ziplac ។ មនុស្សគ្រប់គ្នានឹងមានកាបូបមួយនិងរឿងមួយដែលត្រូវប្រាប់។ បុរសនឹងវាយអ្នក។ ស្រទាប់ណាន់យ៉ុនយ៉ុនបាយួយយ៉ុនបាយយ៉ាញាក់♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪លីធូ ពួកគេដូចជាភ្នែកខ្មៅរបស់ព្រះយេស៊ូវនៅក្នុងចំណាប់អារម្មណ៍បុរាណនេះដែលពោរពេញដោយក្តីស្រឡាញ់និងការតស៊ូ។ បរិភោគព្រលឹងតាំងពីដំបូង។ យុវជនរបស់ខ្ញុំបានអធិដ្ឋានទៅស្ថានសួគ៌ហើយទារកបានច្រៀងចំរៀងរបស់គាត់។ មនុស្សគ្រប់គ្នាយកចិត្តទុកដាក់និងស្ងប់ស្ងាត់។ នេះគឺជាបន្ទប់នេះ។ ឪពុកពិតជាចម្លែកណាស់។ តើមហារីកទារកទេ? ព្រះវិហារ។ នេះគឺជាការសន្ទនាពិតប្រាកដ។ យើងជាមនុស្សពិត។ គ្រួសារ។ តើអ្នកដឹងថាខ្ញុំកំពុងនិយាយអ្វីទេ? យើងគឺជាគ្រួសារមួយ។ គម្រោងទាំងអស់ស្ត្រីនិងក្មេងប្រុស។ Jonathan Fagan នៅគន្លឹះ។ Greg Toro កំពុងស្ថិតនៅលើបាស។ គាត់កំពុងរត់មិត្តភក្តិ។ តាមពិតនាងមានអាពាហ៍ពិពាហ៍បណ្តោះអាសន្ន។ នេះគឺជាបុរសរបស់ខ្ញុំ។ អ្វីគ្រប់យ៉ាងគឺល្អ។ រកមើលនៅនោះ។ គាត់គឺជាអ្នកចម្បាំងមិនស្មោះត្រង់។ វានឹងទៅរក Whisk តិចតួចហើយចូលទៅកាន់ Connecticut សម្រាប់ពិធីមង្គលការ។ អ្វីគ្រប់យ៉ាងគឺល្អ។ បន្ទាប់ពីនោះគឺជាបុរសរបស់ខ្ញុំ។ មនុស្សនៅលើស្គរមួយបុរសម្នាក់មកពីហ្គេដុនជ្រុង។ អ្វីគ្រប់យ៉ាងគឺល្អ។ យើងគឺជាសម្ព័ន្ធមិត្តមួយ។ យើងនឹងវិលត្រឡប់មកវិញនៅថ្ងៃស្អែកនៅឯមហោស្រព jazz jazz និងរៀបចំព្រឹត្តិការណ៍។ យើងនឹងមានពាក្យ មហាវិទ្យាល័យលោក Sir Berkeley ដឹកនាំដោយ Medford Terr-Lynn Carrington ។ វានឹងមិននៅទីនេះទេប៉ុន្តែសិស្សរបស់អ្នកនឹងធ្វើវាហើយអាចចាកចេញ។ ស្ត្រីវ័យក្មេងម្នាក់ឈ្មោះស្គរម្នាក់ឈ្មោះវែឌីណាខាទែគឺជាការនាំមុខការខិតខំហើយគឺ Car-Leen Carrington, 22-23 ដូច្នេះអ្នកប្រហែលជាចង់ចេញទៅក្រៅហើយមើល។ បន្ទាប់មកយើងនឹង rlach មិនដែលពីមុន។ អូខេវាពិតជាលោកដុនម៉ារៀលប្រធានផ្នែកសំលេងប៊េកឡីហើយបន្ទាប់មកយើងនឹងមានប្រធាននាយកប្រមូលផលរបស់ Berkeley បច្ចុប្បន្នដែលមានឈ្មោះថា George Russell Jr និង George ក្នុងកំណាព្យកីឡា។ តាមពិតប្រសិនបើអ្នកអាចវាគួរតែត្រូវបានគេចាត់ទុកថាជាការធ្វើដំណើរប្រសិនបើថ្ងៃអាទិត្យរបស់អ្នកអនុញ្ញាតឱ្យវាដូចដែលវានឹង ក្រវិល។ ល្អណាស់ដូច្នេះយើងសប្បាយចិត្តនឹងអ្នកហើយលាងសំអាតយើងពេញមួយថ្ងៃ។ ខ្ញុំសង្ឃឹមថាអ្នកមានជាតិទឹក។ បើមិនដូច្នោះទេបន្តហើយផឹកទឹកខ្លះនិងតែត្រជាក់ខ្លះ។ ប្រសិនបើអ្នកមានរសជាតិហិរបន្តិចសូមបន្តហើយទទួលបាន loh មួយចំនួន។ ពួកគេនៅតែមានស្ករគ្រាប់ភីហ្សានិងស្នែងហើយមានភាពខុសគ្នាទាំងអស់ដែលពួកគេធ្វើ។ យើងស្រឡាញ់ពួកគេ។ នេះគឺជាហាងនំកុម្មង់នំដាណឺម៉ាក។ ពួកគេស្ថិតនៅលើមហាវិថីបូស្តុននៅកាច់ជ្រុងបូស្តុននិងវីនធ័រ។