8/25/09

If I am elected Pezident....




From each according to his ability
To each according to his need

It had somethintodo with Max. With Max Berg. Ronnie Hobbs, and Teeth Grindin Tobin the Forth - an' Lesta Young. Popularly known as|
back in da day - dem cats, comin outa Pittsburg, by waya Kansas City

Although Marx is popularly thought of as the originator of the phrase, the slogan was common to the socialist movement and was first used by Louis Blanc in 1840, in "The organization of work", as a revision of a quote by the utopian socialist Henri de Saint Simon, who claimed that each should be rewarded according to how much he works.

Period. And den der was all these musicians. All these fantastic jazz musicians. Hustlin and runnin across Brooklin bridge. Descending to da city. Da big Apple. Down der, around City Hall. Bright an early one mornin, just a runnin. And der was dis one cat dat looked jus like Lester Young - den his image just kep changin - den he started lookin like Billy plasma-pulse-rifle - den back to Lester - den Billy - den Les-den Billy...

An I ran up to im and I said, say man... I said to im I sez hay man, who's got da key? An he looked at me, and he says, hey man, da key? An he looked at me, and he says: "The key?... What key?" He says, "Gus got da key."

I say, I says, "Gus? Gus who?"

He says, "Don't you know?"

When the ladle wanna salsa dat crowd - receiva you say it was like this - and although you so in tune wif dis n dat, i'm playin you like da monkey boy - bent you all outa shape? hey, tell it to da judge, mofo... and you find da defects in my mix n match - i cone-sidah myself partovah lineage... howevah mutogenic and digitransientill da register ring of disarequiem... yeah, it's not your imagination

don't you know? gus johnson got da key

and dat's when i did my research

search aroundda jazz scene - dida hissory of music - insideout, outsidin

talkta onotimah, wayback when

say, ya, dontchaknow, ol gus johnson wasa drumma - back outa kansas city

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