
[---]But I was there with Bird as Lennie tried to tell him there was no God. And Bird said, "Are you sure Lennie? The job is open? I`ll take it. On your knees, Tristano. Thank me for all I have given you. On your knees, blind fool without any eyes within his soul. Worship the bird that flies without wing!"[---)
Sitatet er funnet i den svenske jazzkritikerbibelen Skriva om jazz - skriva som jazz, som jeg opptil flere ganger har vurdert å stjele fra Stadsbiblioteket i Stockholm. Den er, mildt sagt, vanskelig å oppdrive annensteds.
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