When I took up the guitar, I decided I would listen to the best players in all genres. In classical, I had heard of Andres Segovia from my father. For jazz, I got a copy of Downbeat magazine and read about Kenny Burrell,
My approach to music listening in those days was more like an exercise in music appreciation. I tried to find who was considered the best in a genre, then listen to it and try to learn what there was to like about it rather than just seeking out the music that I “liked” on first listen. Monk wasn’t anything like what I expected. It wasn’t what I thought “cool” jazz was. I had never heard anything like it. Bizarre, primitive, angular. He hits “wrong” notes on purpose. Minor 2nd intervals. Monk may be an acquired taste for most of us but there’s nothing like him. I love it.
I also got into Jimmy Smith, the jazz organist. His was some of the music I used to hear “right before the news break” on the radio. So I bought several of his albums. I guess what I loved was his bluesy approach, funky. He played bass on the organ pedals. One album of his, I think it was a Blue Note, had Kenny Burrell on it. I learned the first 2 choruses of Kenny’s solo on one of the cuts. I still remember it. I can sing it to you right now. That was in my teens. The human brain is an amazing thing!
Of course in rock I had Duane Eddy, the Ventures, the Astronauts (a pre-Beatles band from

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