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T-MAC. Клуб фанов лучшего баскетболиста мира - Tracy Lamare McGrady!!!
Tracy McGrady, known to the world as “T-Mac,” was born on May 24, 1979 in Bartow, FL., to Melanise Williford. He grew up in Auburndale, FL., and is the product of an area called “The Hill” in Auburndale. A quaint town of about 9,000, it is surrounded by lakes and rests between Orlando and Tampa. Tracy’s family has been a major influence in his life. Raised by his mother, Melanise and grandmother, Roberta, Tracy grew to know both women as “Mom.
High School
At Auburndale High, he quickly became a two-sport star. He loved baseball and had aspirations of playing in the Major Leagues. Some Auburndale coaches were certain that McGrady would be playing in a Major League ballpark instead of on an NBA court.
Tracy’s hoops tale began in his junior year at Auburndale High. He averaged 23.1 pts and 12.2 rebounds a game with the Bloodhounds during the season. But despite the great numbers, Tracy was not receiving the type of attention that someone with his talents normally got. The only schools that showed interest in him were Florida and Miami.
After his junior year at Auburndale High School in Florida, he was invited to play in the ABCD Camp. Tracy was still looking for a way to put himself on the map and let the basketball world know who he was. During the senior all-star game, he dribbled down the left wing on a fast break and found only James Felton, a 6’9” blue-chipper from NJ committed to St Johns, between him and the basket. Tracy went up, cupped the ball in his right hand, and threw down a windmill dunk over James. He sent the whole gym into frenzy. “After I made that dunk, I had chills run through my body. It’s like the moment I knew I had finally arrived,” Tracy said. The recruiting newsletter “Hoop Scoop” praised Tracy as “the sleeper of the decade.” While he was not included in the list of the top 500 prospects before the summer, Tracy was ranked #2 behind Lamar Odom, in the next edition of the list. He was even featured in a 3-page article in the February 10, 1997 issue of Sports Illustrated.
Joe Hopkins, the basketball coach at Mount Zion Christian Academy in Durham, North Carolina, received a call about Tracy from Alvin Jones Jr., a basketball coach at Kathleen High, a neighboring High School to Auburndale High. While in the area, Hopkins stopped by to meet with Tracy and his “moms.” Hopkins offered Tracy a scholarship to Mount Zion, and the rest is history.
His senior season he transferred to play one year at Mount Zion Christian Academy in North Carolina, which turned out to be a very successful experience. Tracy has said that Joe Hopkins has been a big part of his life. Joe taught him to respect others, himself, and the game. “He’s my backbone,” Tracy says. “If it weren’t for Coach Hopkins, none of this would be possible.”
He led the Mighty Warriors of Mount Zion to a 20-1 record, earning the spot as the #2 team in the nation in USA TODAY’s Super 25. As a senior, he averaged 27.5 points, 8.7 rebounds, 7.7 assists and 2.8 steals per game while shooting .564 from the field, .389 from three-point range and .791 from the free throw line. He was named the USA Today “Player of the Year,” “Player of the Year” in the state of North Carolina by The Associated Press, and was named to the McDonald’s All-American Team. By this time, Tracy had begun receiving the attention from all the top schools that he never heard from early in his high school career. As Tracy was getting set to commit to Kentucky, he was also receiving an abundance of interest from NBA teams and agents. Tracy wrestled with the decision, but ultimately decided to take his talents to the NBA rather than attend college.
The NBA
The 6-foot-8, 200-pound prep-star, who played all five positions at Durham’s Mount Zion Christian Academy, announced his decision to make himself available for the June 25 1997 NBA draft. “I feel this is the best decision for me and my family,” said Tracy, “I considered college, but my dream is t

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>>>.....Citizen Cope.....>>>. Группа хорошей и качественной музыки
на вкус
Something is great about this one. The phrase buzzed around in my head, mixing with the endorphins that cracked and snapped about their different relays, telling me that I liked this music. This music is good. The beer in your hand is good.* You are loving this, aren't you? Aren't you?
Singer/Song Writer, Citizen Cope recently headlined in Towson's Recher Theatre, a large dimly lit room washed in blood red drapes. Two bars, bouncers at the door who think they're funny, an entrance covered in music posters: enough ambiance to make you dream of owning rooms filled with nothing but silk pillows and feathery boas. Brilliance -- all of it.
His music is simple to the point of being stripped down, as if bearing it all was the only way to get our attention. The Spartan band behind him was made up of a drummer, a bassist, two keyboardists, and Cope on guitar. A mix of hip-hop, folk, and blues his songs are mostly beats - mix bass drum, high hat, snare, clap track and repeat - buffed smooth by a haggard, road-weary voice. Uncommon chords for texture and keyboards for lift.
I was there in the middle of a crowd that hung on Mr. Cope's every word. You have probably been in a situation like this one before. If you have seen a favorite artist live, you know the procedure. Stand elbow to elbow with lovers in varied states of decay - high school to golden years - and you reach clumsily into your bag of lyrics, struggling to throw them out in time with everybody else. Nevertheless, you dance, sway back and forth and put your chin to your chest to feel that beat and buzz in your rib cage. Somebody screams, You're melting my face! Artist finishes up a song and you try to guess what's coming next. You are loving this, aren't you?
But even as I enjoyed myself like everyone else, the experience unsettled me. Cope is an intensely powerful lyricist. Without useless contemplation or pretension, you sense a plain type of grief laced in his words. A grief at once deeply personal, but one that managed to untether me from the scene, causing me to think about what I was listening to. His song topics range from a laundry list of tragedy in Let the Drummer Kick That to exploration of danger of American jingoism in Bullet and a Target. One of my favorites, his song Penitentiary taps into fears for a culture growing more trapped by fear and war: Well I'm waiting on a time when people walk free to see/From the penitentiary in our mind/When there's no need to bleed/For your father/Or your son.
One Rolling Stone critic called him a modern day bluesman who paints a plaintive portrait of the human condition. Another, not-so-friendly critic from music and culture website, SoundtheSirens said: I'm sure there's some soulful guy with a guitar who can write better songs sitting in some coffee shop somewhere who deserves the exposure more than he does. This may be warranted, I just happen to disagree.
As a balding-twenty-something tapped his toe to the beat of Sideways against my heal, I was reminded of a perplexing moment a few months prior. I had created a Citizen Cope station on an Internet radio website called Pandora. If you have not used Pandora before, its program takes an artist that you give it and plays the music of similar artists based on style and genre.Normally, Pandora is right on, accurate as anyone could hope for. But the artists that Pandora surrounded Cope with -- Damien Rice, Jack Johnson, Ryan Adams, Howie Day, Beck -- sound nothing like him, perhaps Beck being the closest. I won't say that no one sounds like Citizen Cope -- that cannot be justified. However, one has serious trouble placing him in any sort of context. This frustrates me, because I need musical landmarks,

>>>.....Citizen Cope.....>>>

50cent G unit. Candy Shop (оригинал 50 Cent)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
Кондитерский магазин (перевод)
[Вступление: 50 Cent]
Да,
У-у,
Так соблазнительно.
[Припев: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин
И дам полизать леденец на палочке.
Вперёд, девочка, не останавливайся,
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)
[Olivia]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин.
Малыш, стоит тебе только попробовать то, что у меня есть,
И тебя за уши не оттянешь – потратишь все деньги.
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-