Ah, the altered chords of Bill Evans, they bring me back
to the days of glamorous cardinals in the trees
the female drabber than the male, but still a thing of beauty
on an overcast day like today
those rootless voicing, and maybe Paul Motian on the drums
if I remember rightly, and the tragic early end of LaFaro
they massage my memory and make me think of lovelorn lasses
of laws repealed before their time, and a sweet lyric by Mercer
didn't he write the one about "days of wine and roses"?
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