Tonight as we turn back to winter I'd like to post John MacDonald's poem in the fall/winter contest.
Those Parties We Talk Shit about Monk
"I didn't like his comping," she said to the gray yellow
that settles in
about 2 am,
"Too much stabbing…"
she made stabbing motions
– STAB STAB STAB –
with piano-leg-claw hands, with mad
of sanpaku eyes.
laugh (especially her)
, and a bottle of ginger vodka Doug made went round and
sweet and sharp
and so=o=o=o dangerous, like...
"… those chords…
they were so pointy,"
somebody said (maybe me), "… wouldn't
stand up like
some pretty white vase,
curve of red rose
, he (Monk) had to grab 'em and
he could string melody
for everyone to c-l-i-i-m-m-m-b
so carefully down…"
am I tangled in that fence
, at least until the B
(what would you do?)
about that poor
put up a struggle in the
barbed wire, watching
the moon over the the ruined castle,
until the blood flowed over
the keys and down the black varnished legs onto
for the night.
That was me...
goes round and round like
an emery grinder,
the knife note edge,
dulling the barbed wire
melody into end-
of-party iron filings piling on the
The picture above is certainly not John's party. It's from 1947 and depicts Dizzy Gillespie, Hank Jones, Thad Dameron, Mary Lou Williams, and Milt Orent. However, I like this picture with John's poem.
I've posted so many of Monk's songs here, so I hope that these are not duplicates.
Here is "Let's Call This" with Sonny Rollins as well:
Although it sounds similar to some other songs, this is "Hackensack": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3NKHCkwKjc
"Friday the 13th" also features Monk and Rollins:
I'll finish with their version of "The Way You Look Tonight":