Duke understands me, clearly, based on his little piano anecdote. He understands most women, I guess. He also had a compulsive need to be around melody, so he understands me on that level too. Clearly.
Duke also said It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, the sixth-greatest “ain’t”-related colloquialism after
Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing,
Ain’t that a bitch,
King Kong ain’t got shit on me,
It ain’t trickin if you got it, and
It ain’t no fun if the homies can’t haaaa–aaave none. (sorry, Mom)
Ellington and Coltrane – “My Little Brown Book.” OH THIS ONE’S A KILLER, beautiful but sad and a killer, so let’s all remind ourselves about the joy of this one if it gets to be too much. You can feel it all over! (You can feel it all ohhhver, people.)