"Well my mind keeps goin' through them changes..."
— Buddy Miles
Friday, October 29, 2010
Small Bird
a small bird
extruding
tendrils of song
James shared this little poem with me last night. Be with it. Visualize it. Delight in it. Because it is the pathway to such incisive clarity of mind and emotion, sobriety is a virtue in and of itself.
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Monk once took a solo, playing only one note, but it was the RIGHT note.
Yeah! I remember hearing s similar story. The story I heard was of the time when Monk was playing with Miles. Everyone else in the band had already blown through their solos — all busy with virtuosity, burning the house down. Came time for Monk: he let 32 bars roll by without striking a note, then on beat four of the final turnaround he struck a Monk-chord — splank! Miles leaned over to the pianist's ear and said "Crazy, Monk."
2 comments:
Monk once took a solo, playing only one note, but it was the RIGHT note.
Yeah! I remember hearing s similar story. The story I heard was of the time when Monk was playing with Miles. Everyone else in the band had already blown through their solos — all busy with virtuosity, burning the house down. Came time for Monk: he let 32 bars roll by without striking a note, then on beat four of the final turnaround he struck a Monk-chord — splank! Miles leaned over to the pianist's ear and said "Crazy, Monk."
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