Thelonious Sphere Monk was badder than you.
If you all you did was “play bullshit” or all those “wierd notes” he would get up from behind the piano, in the middle of a tune, and punch you in your belligerent face.
He liked to dance next to the piano. Nobody knows why.
Even Mingus was scared of him and Mingus invented stage thrashing and swift performance justice.
If it was not about music, he rarely spoke.
Bassist Al McKibbon, “On that tour Monk said about two words. I mean literally maybe two words. He didn’t say ‘Good morning’, ‘Goodnight’, ‘What time?’ Nothing. Why, I don’t know. He sent word back after the tour was over that the reason he couldn’t communicate or play was that Art Blakey and I were so ugly.”
Never without the chappeaux.
Hell, cat never took off his sunglasses. Not even for the greatest jazz photo of all time.
Thelonious Sphere Monk was badder than you.
Might I suggest:
If you need these and are a cheap ass. I have them. Email me (bryan@131774.com) and I will “get” them to you.
Happy Listening and watch your grill. This music will punch you in the teeth.
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blurg. I effed up.