No jazz pianist was more drenched in minor blues than Sonny Clark. Yet he blended his blues with a buoyant, ventilated swing. And to this day, nobody sounds like Sonny Clark.
Sonny Clark, pic by Francis Wolff

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No jazz pianist was more drenched in minor blues than Sonny Clark. Yet he blended his blues with a buoyant, ventilated swing. And to this day, nobody sounds like Sonny Clark.
Sonny Clark, pic by Francis Wolff
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