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[137] "in walked bud" E-mail
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#137

"in walked bud"

for david swain


when they put words
to the music of monk
like on "round midnight"

or jon hendricks
on this late recording
of "in walked bud," with monk himself

present on piano,
they miss the point
completely,

or reduce it
to a microdot
of its brilliance & depth,

to wit, this is the story
told by allen morrison
& recounted by marc crawford:

"on a dreary
winter day,
bud walked in-

to minton's
with mud
all over his shoes

& that strange light
showing
in his bulging eyes. the waiters

had just covered the tables
with fresh white linen. bud
started walking

from table top
to table top,
leaving his muddy footprints

behind. the waiters
wanted to break
bud's legs. but monk shouted:

'don't a sonavabitch move!
don't a mother
touch him!'

"no one
did,
either."



harmonie park
detroit
november 25, 1988

reference: marc crawford,
"the sphere of music"
new musical express, may 21, 1983)


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