He didn't even fall asleep. He just forgot about it and woke up to the news of the Manson murdersRead that interview last night.
Quincy met ALL these legends when he was 14-19 years old! Ray Charles got him hooked on Heroin when he was 15
His hair dresser got killed in the Sharon Tate murders and the only reason Quincy wasn’t there was because he fell asleep
This Quincy Jones GQ interview is insane brehs :wow:... Edit: he's back at it again
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Charles was “the most independent blind man you could ever witness—he’d go cross the lights, go to the supermarket, shop, count his change no help. No goddamn canes and no cups, nothing like that—his mother wouldn’t let him do it. And the only time he got blind was when the girls were around, and he’d start walking into the walls and shyt so they’d feel sorry for him and help him.” (Jones adds that Stevie Wonder also uses this technique.)
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Yea when he was talking about having 22 girlfriends and NEVER dating a woman his own age I could just SEE the angry white feminist think pieces being written...
He also made a point to put it out there he wasn’t a bedbuck
and that he supposedly checked Tupac about it.
From the article:
When people think about Quincy Jones, what do you think they misunderstand about you?
"Oh, that I only like blondes. How stupid can that be, when you're in South Africa and Cairo and Brazil and China—looking for a fukking blonde?"
I didn't know that was a perception of you.
"Well, because I had three wives, white wives, and they stereotype, you know. But they wrong like a motherfukker, man. You ever see Black Orpheus? That was my old lady, Marpessa Dawn. Gorgeous lady, man."
You did get some criticism for having white wives, didn't you?
"I don't give a fukk. Because they think that's all you like, but that's stupid, man. Here's what you've got to understand: The interracial thing was part of a revolution, too, because back in the '40s and stuff, they would say, 'You can't mess with a white man's money.… Don't mess with his women.' We weren't going to take that shyt. Charlie Parker, everybody there, was married to a white wife."
And it felt like there was some sense of liberation in that?
"Yeah! It was freedom, man. Do what you want to do, and nobody can tell you what to do. Charlie…I used to go to things with Charlie Parker, man—boy, he'd have everybody smoke some weed and he'd have, like, the founders of Sears Roebuck, the ladies walking around the pool, all of them nude, man. Him playing alto, buck dancing around the pool. Them cats didn't play."
One of his most famous critics was the newly famous Tupac Shakur, who said in a 1993 interview with The Source, "Quincy Jones is disgusting. All he does is stick his dikk in white bytches and make fukked-up kids."
That was a terrible thing that Tupac said about you.
"Yeah. And my daughter kicked his ass, boy. Rashida, she was in Harvard then: 'Motherfukker, you wouldn't be where you are if they hadn't done what they did.'" (16)
16. Rashida, then 17, wrote a letter defending her father, which ends: Tupac, if you learn one lesson, let it be that at least my father took the time to look at how fukked up life would be if he didn’t get his shyt together early on. Where the hell would you be if Black people like him hadn’t paved the way for you to even have the opportunity to express yourself? I don’t see you fighting for your race. In my opinion, you’re destroying it and shytting all over your people.
Still, it was an awful thing to say.
"I know, but people, you know. The haters everywhere. You know, we became good friends after that. We came almost in love with each other. I was going to do a film with him and Snoop Dogg, Pimp, [about] Iceberg Slim."
You met him at a deli, right?
"That's when he first met Kidada. (17) He was hitting on her—he changed his mind now, you know? And I went over the back of the seat and did like that on his shoulders: 'Pac!' " Jones acts out grabbing hold of Tupac from behind. "And then I said, 'Come here, motherfukker, I've got to talk to you.' And we went and talked, and after that we hugged and made up."
17. Tupac and Kidada subsequently dated. She was with him in Las Vegas when he died.
This part of the article, wow it hit 
The second time Quincy Jones sidestepped fate came in 1974, when he was 41. One day he felt a pain in his head, and then he collapsed. A brain aneurysm.
"It was scary," he says. "Like somebody blew my brains out. The main artery to your brain explodes, you know."
He had brain surgery, after which he was told that he had a second aneurysm ready to blow. And so, once he was strong enough, he had a second operation. Later he was told that he'd had a one-in-a-hundred chance of surviving.
By this point, Jones was already very successful—as an arranger, as a solo artist, as a composer for movies and TV—but he'd first made his name as a trumpet player. Now he was told that he had a clip on a blood vessel in his brain, and that if he blew a trumpet in the ways that a trumpet player must, the clip would come free and he would die. He could never play the trumpet again. And so he never has.
That's how this story is usually told, anyway. But it's not quite true. Jones was indeed given that advice, but shortly after he recovered he went on tour in Japan. And he took his trumpet with him. One day, as he blew, he felt a new pain in his head, and he was subsequently told that the clip had nearly come loose. "I couldn't get away with it, man," he concedes. This time he listened.
Isn't it crazy that you even tried?
"Yeah. Yeah. Well, I missed the trumpet."
His collection of trumpets, including Dizzy Gillespie's, is mounted on the wall of his living room, behind the bar, and he describes the instruments with evident love.
Does any part of you still miss it?
"Very much, man. Very much. I finger all the time. But I can't touch it."
There's something very beautiful and haunting about this that stays with me: the trumpet player fingering notes on an invisible trumpet that he knows he can never dare hear.
The second time Quincy Jones sidestepped fate came in 1974, when he was 41. One day he felt a pain in his head, and then he collapsed. A brain aneurysm.
"It was scary," he says. "Like somebody blew my brains out. The main artery to your brain explodes, you know."
He had brain surgery, after which he was told that he had a second aneurysm ready to blow. And so, once he was strong enough, he had a second operation. Later he was told that he'd had a one-in-a-hundred chance of surviving.
By this point, Jones was already very successful—as an arranger, as a solo artist, as a composer for movies and TV—but he'd first made his name as a trumpet player. Now he was told that he had a clip on a blood vessel in his brain, and that if he blew a trumpet in the ways that a trumpet player must, the clip would come free and he would die. He could never play the trumpet again. And so he never has.
That's how this story is usually told, anyway. But it's not quite true. Jones was indeed given that advice, but shortly after he recovered he went on tour in Japan. And he took his trumpet with him. One day, as he blew, he felt a new pain in his head, and he was subsequently told that the clip had nearly come loose. "I couldn't get away with it, man," he concedes. This time he listened.
Isn't it crazy that you even tried?
"Yeah. Yeah. Well, I missed the trumpet."
His collection of trumpets, including Dizzy Gillespie's, is mounted on the wall of his living room, behind the bar, and he describes the instruments with evident love.
Does any part of you still miss it?
"Very much, man. Very much. I finger all the time. But I can't touch it."
There's something very beautiful and haunting about this that stays with me: the trumpet player fingering notes on an invisible trumpet that he knows he can never dare hear.
Besides the light falling I don't see how Prince embarrassed himself, they both did their thing.
The Purple One takes no Ls.
The Purple One takes no Ls.
I have a new respect for the man. His life is like a movie.
Quincy is a bad motherfukker.
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Lucky_Lefty
Dreams Are Colder Than Death...
Q is the reason why I laugh at folks who like to discuss GOAT producers and never bring him up or only bring up the well known shyt of his. Dukes catalog is SUPER deeeep and his influence over numerous genres is extremely underrated
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Detroit/MSU Spartan Life
They went through 800 songs on Thriller.
Mike will still have shyt released when we're dead and gone. IOur grandkids are gonna be like
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frankie might as well be considered a distant relative in my familyOl Blue Eyes
Yeah, but I came up with Ray Charles and Frank Sinatra, man. (2) I didn't have a chance. Seven double Jack Daniel's an hour. Get out of here. Ray Charles, Frank—those guys could party. Sinatra and Ray Charles, them motherfukkers invented partying." Jones shows me the ring on his little finger. Sinatra, he went on, "wore that for 40 years. When he died, he left it to me. This is his family crest from Sicily."
You wear it every day?
"I can't take it off."
And you think of him?
"Yes sir. I love him. He was bipolar, you know. He had no gray. He either loved you with all of his heart or else he'd roll over your ass in a Mack truck in reverse. He was tough, man. I saw all of it. You know, I'd see him try to fight—he couldn't fight worth a shyt. He'd get drunk, and Jilly, his right-hand guy, stone gangster, would get behind him and break the guy's ribs. Man. What memories. We had a good time, though. We'd do one-nighters, I'd fly with him on his Learjet, he said, 'Let's get on the plane before Basie's drummer's cymbal stops ringing.…' Six Playboy bunnies on that."
it's crazy the way my pops and his brothers love him and that era of music
i was raised with those vinyls playing in my grandmothers house
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