
From the fine blog, really one of the best reasons for blogging to exist, Africa Is a Country, the poster pulls a taste of Robin Kelley’s essential biography* of Thelonious Monk, When Monk met Dollar Brand.
“Monk was African royalty.” Dr. Ibrahim once told me. Before this confirmation, before I could ever contextualize Monk at all, let alone smartly, I resonated so deeply with Monk’s sound, and, with what I guess I would call the impact of how Monk disturbed the air, that it was for me an experience with a source somewhere beyond mere renegade bebop.
Still, my own context was removed from first, second, third hand. I like Tiny Bradshaw, but I’m unable to even imagine the context of one of his sides hitting a township jukebox, where, at a minimum, it was Africans vibing to soul jumpin’ out. What goes out, comes around, and comes back down.
*Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original

