John Zorn's genre

Usage examples of jazz.

As you shape your customer profile, recognize that your advertising must reach your largest customer group and must also convey specialties that exist in your store, such as jazz, blues, rock V roll, rap or classical.

A marvelous bebop medley, consisting of wonderful renditions of jazz tunes in the style of Thelonious Monk, Bud Powell, Horace Silver, and Elmo Hope.

High mountain flutes, jazz and bebop, one-stringed Mongol instruments, gypsy xylophones, African drums, Arab bagpipes.

There were small round tables, low backless stools for jazz buffs to sit on with knees hunched, and a bossa nova trio consisting of guitar, bass, and drums.

Music trickled down the hill with the light, usually music of a vanished era, waltzes and marches and Dixieland Jazz, music both romantic and danceable, played to such perfection that I envied Fitz his sound system until I saw several of the better known New York Philharmonic members round the comer near my house early on a particular Saturday evening.

Though we talked less than the allotted three minutes, the call left me so strangely jazzed up, I had to read Flaubert for an hour before I got sleepy again.

Strangely jazzed up and not tired from the housework, I got this from the storage vault and brought it into the den, the one cool room in the house.

He was a short thick-set black man, with a boxed musicom over his shoulder and a jazzer held by the grips, its stubby barrel pointed up.

And the song that he then played on the air was jazz, hot New Orleans jazz, and Skyler also could have sworn that the trumpet was being played by Kuta, too.

The jazz joints were closed, the cops in the subways slipped their pennies into the candy machines and received their coated peanuts for the long beat, up and down the platform, looking for mashers, smokers.

He could contact Moyle before the meeting and blow the gaff tell him everything he knew, being a good company man and all that jazz.

They should have supported her, they should have made her their champion against pseuds like David and yobbos like Garry and Jazz.

White-faced, Jazz and Zek shrank back into the shadow of the rock, stared at each other.

Then I reconstituted some barbecued baby back ribs, a baked potato, some Blue Lake green beans, and a handful of snickerdoodle cookies, and ate them seated in my command chair while listening to quiet jazz selections by Bill Evans and Marian McPartland.

Four live musicians softly blew and strummed old jazz instruments, while a single amber spotlight shone on the coffee colored, deceivingly languid songstress, whose sequined dress went all the way to her wrists and chin.