The Blue Note Cylinder
Julian Mercer had never heard music like that before. Not because he was untrained — he was twenty-six years old, had been playing the piano since he was seven, and had spent the last twelve years performing in every jazz club from Harlem to downtown Manhattan. He had played for bootleggers and senators, for socialites who came to Harlem on Saturday nights looking for authenticity and left with...
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