But he didn't care. He just did what he
did. In fact, he once said, "I say, play it your own way. Don't play what
the public wants. You play what you want and let the public pick up on
what you are doing, even if it takes then 15 or 20 years." It takes guts
to have such self-confidence!
Yet while listening to his 1962-68 solo
recordings, now three decades old, one is struck by the simplicity of
his playing. There is nothing overtly complicated about his work. The
left hand plays the bass line, usually in a stride style, and the other
hand plays the melody. Almost all the cuts are standards, a bit of a surprise
because Monk was a prolific compose. And they are mostly performed a medium
tempo. He had been playing this way for almost 15 sun-cycles, yet in his
early years, some went so far as to say he couldn't play music.
Not true. He had played Afro-American
spiritual music for years. Saxophonist Johnny Griffin reported that Monk
could play as fast as Art Tatum, but just wasn't interested in his sound.
Fundamentally, Monk never changed. He just was, a menhir from time immemorial.
So what was so different about Monk, and why buy this set?
Because of his knowledge of music ran
deep, Monk meticulously plays the history of jazz piano. His melodious
interpretations of "Body and Soul" or "Between the Devil and the Deep
Blue Sea" are musically flawless. Perfect diamonds, emeralds, and a ruby.
"Ruby, My Dear" is an ode to a first girl friend, a hummable ballad, a
melody so beautiful you know it's about love.
Because of the Thunk. This is the
part that throws people used to jazz conventions. Let's leave it to German
musicologist Thomas Fitterling to explain Thunk. Fitterling analyzes Monk's
sound as having a "peculiarly disharmonious harmony." Monk also gave the
impression of doing the impossible: bending piano notes.. Fitterling explains:
"Two notes of an interval are rarely played at equal volume. More often
they are struck with different intensity
creating the impression
Monk is gliding from note to note." Listen to any cut on these two CDs.
You will hear exactly what Fitterling describes, gratis of the excellent
re-mastered sound.
Now, a change of pace: Monk's quartet
live at the It Club in 1964. He plays not as many standards; originals
dominate. According to French pianist and author Laurent de Wilde, most
of the tempos are 140-160 beats per minute (why does it take Europeans
to write definitive musical biographies of an American genius?). Disc
one opens with "Blue Monk." After Monk delivers his melodic statement,
Charlie Rouse is heard on a tenor saxophone solo. But in reality there
are two solos going on: Monk does not simply feed chords to Rouse, he
plays a clunky counterpoint solo to Rouse'.
He's got a percussively dissonant thing
going, laying out for a bar or two, then jumping back in. It stretches,
elasticizes the feel even thought the rhythm section does not deviate
a flea-hop from the basic pulse. When Monk does take the overt solo he
doesn't sound much different from when he was backing Rouse. He constantly
varies the pace, stopping mid-arpeggio for an endless moment and then
continues the arpeggio from where it left off. Break for a Larry Gales
bass solo and then Ben Riley drum solo. Bass and drum solos you will rarely
find on a Monk studio session.
Try the onomatopoetically-titled "Ba-lue
Bolivar Ba-lues Are" on disc two. First you'll hear the introductory notes
to another Monk composition "Rhythm-A-Ning," a pause in which Monk seems
to change his mind about what to play, and then Ba-lues. The head is played
collaterally by Monk and Rouse; Rouse solos and then it is Monk's turn.
What he plays is not ambidextrous, but a Monk trademark. He starts with
a series of chords that deftly changes to one finger striking individual
keys moving up, then down the keyboard. When he resumes playing with the
whole hand, he accents on or two keys at the most, leaving enough space
between tones to hear the ringing aftermaths. Leaving space creates tension.
Letting the notes settle relieves tension.
It's a unique approach, and that is the
most important thing about Monk. Not only did he play at the highest creative
levels, but he had a language of his own. Lots of people play Monk compositions,
and most of them homogenize the sounds, smoothing the quirkiness out of
the music. The remainder do what they are supposed to- make their own
weird interpretations.