Thursday, May 6, 2010

"...and he (Thelonious Monk) came to me, in a dream.  Decked out in divine alligator shoes, a dark green silk suit, bamboo sunglasses, and a cold straw hat, he snuck up behind me as I sat hunched over my stepfather's Steinway upright, looked over my shoulder, and simply mumbled, "You're making the wrong mistakes.""

From Thelonious Monk: The life and Times of an American Original by Robin D. G. Kelley. Thanks to Anne Gorrick for sending it in.

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