Art Tatum
Stargazer of the Eighty-Eight Suns
I heard the stars in every chord.
Born with shadows for sight, I found my world in sound. What others saw, I heard—every note a color, every chord a story. From Toledo to 52nd Street, I sat down and let the piano speak. If my hands moved like fire, it was only because the music demanded it. I never chased fame; I chased the next phrase.
What I'm Into: Debussy’s mist, after-hours duels, Coleman’s silence, radio comedies, poker by touch
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