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Who's the Lonliest? The Lonliest monk? Monk, born today in 1917, is without question one of the most unique as well as significant American composers of the 20th century. His compositions were earthy yet complex, capricious and sometimes dark, and are like staggering postcards with pictures of ballet-dancing hippos sent from far across the ocean of a vast, lateral intelligence. I mean, the man was bad. He could blow like no one else. His crawling and crabbling lines. The paw prints in the dirt, the pondering hoverance. A drunken giant climbing down that biggass beanstalk. Single-cell organisms. Yo Mama so fat, she jump in the air and get stuck. Studying comp in school, Monk tole me to write music that has not yet been written; that's hard to do with regularity. Turn on that radio and you know what I mean.
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