Friday, January 05, 2007

Just because I was 17(ish) when I had my first Art Tatum encounter
doesn't mean that it's over. Wonder is eternal. As I wrote a few posts ago, I didn't know to call it wonder then. It was more like fear and dispair. I've "grown up" (some) since then. This is from 1954, and is amazing(ly wonderful).


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