Monk + Coltrane = My Brain Melting...

Okay, I heard about this new “Thelonious Monk Quartet w/ John Coltrane Live At Carnegie Hall” album a few months ago, but I’ve been putting off buying it. It took me a _long_ time to really get Monk, but now his angular piano playing is so good to me that I almost can’t stand it. That descending run that starts out “Ruby, My Dear” just primes the pump, and it’s basically all over when he plays the ascending chord progression in to the second half of the first chorus. So basically I’m just done for about 19 seconds in to that track. And John Coltrane, I mean, fuck. “My Favorite Things” is probably my single most favorite piece of music. I know it’s clich?, but fuck it. That shit’s good. That’s how it became popular, right?

Anyways, I’ve been putting off buying this album because I was afraid my brain would melt when I listened to it. The CD is a couple years old, of a recently unearthed tape in the Library Of Congress. The shows which it documents are, like, Fuuuuuuuck. Have a close look at the poster above, and see what $2.00 could have got you in to in 1957.

But anyways, all I have to say is this: dear Baby Jesus, this record is fucking good.