This is one of the most substantial and eloquent essays I've read about Mingus, his position in jazz/music, or any other musician for that matter. I learned something in every sentence. Coulrophobiac here, please don't send in the clowns! I couldn't help thinking that a poem in 1939 about death would not be unusual, as the world was at the brink of war. I always keep a Mingus album next to the turntable; doesn't matter which one ("Ah-Um" lately).
This is one of the most substantial and eloquent essays I've read about Mingus, his position in jazz/music, or any other musician for that matter. I learned something in every sentence. Coulrophobiac here, please don't send in the clowns! I couldn't help thinking that a poem in 1939 about death would not be unusual, as the world was at the brink of war. I always keep a Mingus album next to the turntable; doesn't matter which one ("Ah-Um" lately).
In the queue. Thanks!
Great piece!