Paul is, you know, sentient, present and accounted for, more or less.
Has written widely on music and literature, mostly, in addition to lengthy stints as a newspaper and magazine editor and reporter in New York, Los Angeles (hell, yeah), San Francisco and Monterey. Currently teaches journalism in San Francisco and contributes to the S.F. Chronicle Book Review section and other outlets, as well as thread-ending comments to No Depression.
Ed Sullivan, 1956
Written by Horace Silver. Live, 1960
Sorry about the logo (and the intro), but this is a great down tempo version anyhow.
Courtesy of Peter Gerstenzang’s excellent post for Esquire magazine
Neil, feeling ornery, as usual