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I often thought
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my father was born of music...
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some wayward melody
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that took the form of a man.
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He heard music everywhere.
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Squeaking bedsprings, buzzing flies,
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dripping faucets were all filled with rhythm to him.
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That he was "a great jazz pianist"
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was the opinion of Charlie Parker, Lester Young,
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and scores of others who played with him.
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I, too, was in awe of his talent.
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But I loved him out of all proportion... |