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Such an amazing man, he’s pulling off deep mastery, mostly never looks at the piano and often smiles with the kind of curiosity of someone trying to figure out where […]

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I don’t know if Martha Glaser and Errol Garner were lovers, but she was his manager and record producer and unlike any other story like that, they remained friends. Seems […]

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Tahini, garlic, cayenne, cumin, water, salt, it was a damn fine dressing. There was a fly in the kitchen and with my inverted glass, on the 57th time he landed, […]

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I keep practicing the strange scale I learned, one of many Art Tatumisms. Then I try with my left hand but invert it so to use the symmetry of the […]

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now that i’ve worked many days in a row on the stride stuff it’s happening naturally. the left hand is frequently accurate and there’s no tracing, as far as i […]

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I knew Paul Mooney was bound to die one day but liked knowing he was alive and fucking shit up. What awesome comedy philosopher game changing man. Whatever Lenny Bruce […]

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The record I made for Edie Brickell was rejected by her management following me bragging how inexpensively I steered the project. Ten thousand dollars instead of one hundred and fifty […]

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time is moving as time moves and now it feels quicker than ever, probably from passing the summit. all your life climbing an invisible mountain and then, somewhere maybe in […]

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My dad’s birthday came up, he would have been close to a hundred years old by now. Coincidentally this morning someone approached me from the universe of the internet and […]

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I found out books on tape were a thing years ago when I moved to the country. Obtaining them free from the library altered the depressing drives from Hamilton to […]