Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Round Midnight

A kind of perfection, I think. Right time, right people, right material -- firing on all cylinders.

It's eminently accessible. Overlooked a bit for that. Jazz aficionados occasionally veer into audio habanera territory. Eventually you end up pretending to like some atonal pigpile because it seems more complex than something with a recognizable string running through it.

The smile at the end out of favor, too. It's not cool to be happy, is it? 

1 comment:

Sam L. said...

I knew a guy played some jazz piano. Thought anyone making money at it was a sell-out.