WELL, YOU NEEDN’T
IN WALKED BUD (alt take)
Don Pullen Plays Monk
Paddle Wheel : 1984
Do you ever get tired of the sound of your own voice? We’re starting to get weary of our words, or maybe better put, we’re getting weary of the tone of them. Sometimes it feels like we’re constantly throwing our hands in the air and crying “Hosanna!” over each album we feature here. There’s no shortage of lost treasures that have languished in obscurity and richly deserve their moment of praise — but we wonder if our accolades have started to lose some of their value. If a sort of inflation is setting in.
We were thinking of you when we pulled out our dusty copy of Don Pullen Plays Monk and how much you’d dig it. We were all ready to go into “Hallelujah!” mode about one of your favorite pianists tackling the work of another, about how Pullen’s bravura mix of delicate sensitivity and careening abandon was misunderstood upon release, about how there have been so many Monk tributes over the years but few as bracing and beautiful, about how–
But ultimately we couldn’t do it. Since you’ve moved away to the West and we don’t see you every other day in the ‘hood, we’re less inclined to raise our voice and gesticulate wildly about our latest discovery. We don’t get to talk enough period and maybe the hyped-up excitement feels like an unnecessary indulgence. So we’re talking to you now with the actual sound of our voice, a little tired but still present.
We’re saying: These tracks made us think of you.
We’re saying: We hope you’ll give them a few spins.
We’re saying: Baby, enjoy.
The Boys From D:O
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