Don't Blame Me

Don't Blame ME! Unless you magically bypassed a couple decades of great jazz records, is it possible to approach this great old standard without feeling as if Thelonious Monk is looming about in the zeitgeist, the dust particles that inevitably obfuscate the sprightly spring and proper bounce and action of your piano keybed? Remember: the baroness Nica was, after all, named not, evidently after a butterfly, but a MOTH - a dust mote, I think. Great music, and especially jazz, surely connects us folk in all kinds of wonderful and wacky ways.