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| | Bud Powell | Eternity |
 | | This is Powell essentially alone at the piano, in Francis Paudras' apartment in rue de Boursault, noodling away on an Erard baby grand, playing for his own amusement and presumably never dreaming that his cursory exercises, taped on what is said to be an English Ferrograph recorder, might one day reach a wider audience. |
 | | Powell still knew where to place his fingers, which is more than I know, but the once-brilliant technique and unflagging imagination are rarely in evidence, which is especially apparent on the faster tunes (Shaw 'Nuff, I Hear Music, Idaho). |
 | | The recording quality, of course, is quite variable, and one must occasionally endure Powell's rasping grunts and groans, most troubling on Deep Night, wherein he sounds as though he were in the throes of some sort of seizure. |
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