Lennie Tristano

It's quiet when the thread is dead and whatever's left is silenced.

"Leonard Joseph Tristano, American jazz pianist and composer, who flourished in the late 1940s and early 1950s, and the musicians who studied and performed with him, namely, Lee Konitz, Warne Marsh, Billy Bauer, John LaPorta among many others, provided me with the reinforcement to sustain my id...

The young woman had slept with several musicians. That's why the charge against Warne was dismissed. I regret, however, having given the impression that she deserved wit instead of sympathy.

Margaret loves Gilbert and Sullivan and Leonard Cohen. When I ask her why she doesn't also love Warne Marsh, she sings TUMteeTUMteeTUM by way of response, then leaves to answer the phone. Margaret's laconic reply is a confession of exasperation more than a putdown. It applies not only to Warne's mus...

Who if not Lennie Tristano or Johann Bach or Warne Marsh would ever think of turning a corny tune like "When Your Smiling" into music!

Hi BT, Your effort reminds me of the perfect little drunk poem in Petronius' Satiricon: "Gentlemen. Daylight's for shit. Before you turn around it's night. Eat in bed or sleep on the dining room table is my advice. It's winter time. Not even a hot bath is hot enough. Now I had a speech prepared...

philosphy, when it's not acting wise, fucks poetry in the alphabet.

Hi Jostein, thanks again. I notice that Art Lange also had trouble placing Dave Cliff in the Marsh Quartet Copenhagen recording. Everyone else is accountable. How does Cliff fit in? I wrestled with this problem for a long time. Then I said to myself, "'member how Django memorized Louie's solos ...

I'm delighted that BT has designated this site a cyberruin. I drink in the silence heavy with hearsay, where fable and fact interact without prejudice.

Special prize to the most convincing My Christmas With Lennie story.

Marv

BT, I think I know what's bothering you, but I can't broach the topic without your permission. Just remember that with the same unfailing benevolence God intends us to live and intends us to die. With a scrupulous God like that, His critters had best stick together. I owe you one for helping me deco...