I was reading a Thelonius Monk biography while just
hanging in the waiting room at the Music School.
I read a bit about Monk. How, let's call him Leonard
Fritters, wrote a bad review on him in a book about Bebop. Said he didn’t play
very well, the usual thing.
When Monk saw him next at Rockefeller Cntr - per family lore
- he started to strangle Leonard, and
held him over the fencing above the ice rink. Saying : "You are taking
food off the table for my family." Wow!
It's like the era of our parents came from -that which we in effect came out of was an
age of Looney Tunes - when the slightest motivation turned into act, and
consequences were whatever they were. Where's Ralph? He walked in front of a train. Darn, pass the biscuits. And after us, whaat? -Jack Vaughan
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