And I remember you. You are there in every note. You are the sensual rhythm. You are at the centre of my heart.
Love.
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Thelonious, and wonder why I only came to him now, but realize I have been arriving all my life.
His idiosyncratic complexity particularly appeals to me.
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sensuous complicated smooth syncopated improvised rhythms he plays as I like to dance without prediction knots and whorls flow and collapse sweeps passions trills the sweet edge of sex lush dark entering each other over and over passages long lingering ecstasies and sorrows
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Monk plays with sensitivity, feels every pulse, nuance of the music of his band, the rhythm of the piece being played, his pianistic response always changing, the room, the audience, the air, the touch of the keys under his fingerprints, the pedal under his toes, his whole body an instrument for the piano, notes, even when in a collection it seems to me notes rather than chords, responding, resonating moment by moment, an inner music singing inside the outer tune, sometimes stopping and standing while the other musicians continue to play, then resuming, but not where he left off, we are at another eddy, another turn, trill, witnessing our journey through his journey of the music of the song.
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Monk's extraordinary piano playing has brought me back to the clarity of my heart, exploring the labyrinth of my feelings through many hours of his Riverview recordings.
Monk's syncopated improvisational style is well-known, yet listening to his earlier discography, in the range of 184 songs or so, on a Nano iPod and great earphones, Bang & Olufson, is never boring, it's like traveling a long river to the ocean, the journey through his life of music remains exciting, vital, near.
I cannot say how this music speaks to me - it doesn't speak to me, it speaks with me.
It lets me sing my song even as I rhapsodize through the delicate and complex notes Monk plays.
Gratitude.
Thelonious Sphere Monk, Monk's Blues (1968)
YouTube URL: Thelonious Monk, 'Round About Midnight.'
