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Bud Powell: Eternity

These two CDs are not record albums in the traditional sense but crumpled, faded postcards from the Other Side, arriving unannounced in one’s mailbox with 40-year-old postmarks.

The Chicago critic J. B. Figi once described the landscape of Bud Powell as “leaden earth, thorn trees, strange hues at the horizon…and in the center of that blasted heath, Bud, a gnarled gnomic tree through which the wind twists song.”

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