By: Lynn Peril
He looked — and sounded! — great in frills.
By: Franklin Bruno
His solos elliptically paraphrase his melodies.
By: David Smay
He got an early education in rock’n’roll cynicism.
By: Tor Aarestad
Both a singular artist and a mensch.
By: Brian Berger
His genius thrived in stages: chromatic, atonal, serial.
He could adapt to and enliven nearly any musical situation.
She mined veins of melancholy, fatalistic, introspective truth.
An unsurpassed fusion of energy, density, speed and lyricism.
By: Anthony Miller
His songs number in the thousands.
By: Devin McKinney
Spooky intelligence and challenging eroticism.
By: Joshua Glenn
A philosopher who didn’t take anything seriously.
He played long, luminous tones on his trumpet.
By: Robert Wringham
Cult genius or filthy weirdo? Duh. He’s both.
Charlie Parker vs. feebleminded ofays.
By: Jerrold Freitag
Passion, pain, uncertainty and struggle, but the music stays groovy.