I’m sitting on a rooftop down the street from Jazz at Lincoln Center. Went to see and hear McCoy Tyner. But he was too weak and tired to play. He waved to the crowd from a box seat. A year later, he was gone. And years later, his piano solo is still what grabs me in Coltrane’s “My Favorite Things.”
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The Works of SD Williams 