The Last Set at Small's Parlor
Samuel Harper knew rhythm the way other men knew prayer. He had spent the first thirty-five years of his life on stages from Harlem to Chicago, playing piano through smoky jazz clubs where the music was hot and the drinks were cold and the night never ended. He had played with men who could make the piano sing—Art Tatum, Fats Waller, a young Thelonious Monk whose ideas were too far ahead of the...
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