Jazz is endlessly fascinating.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
A few days ago, I walked into a Starbucks that I seldom set foot in. I heard a piano, jazz piano. Nearly instantly, I knew it was Thelonious Monk. However, having not listened to Monk lately and having inundated myself in the richness of Duke Ellington, I heard for myself something I had only read about before: There is Duke in Monk. Now I know. Despite their vast differences, there is Duke in Monk.