Everything else sounds like noise. Or, it seems, I have already heard it before. Coltrane said, "Playing with Monk is like walking into a room & realizing there isn't any floor." I think that I am afraid to live like that, but the truth is, I've always lived like that. Ok, maybe it was without walls, no, I think it was without a roof...yea that's it, there was no roof. Dimensions. There is so much space, you can turn it around inside your head & float inside it. Charlie Rouse knew how to float. Coltrane soared. Monk burned.

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