July 27, 2026

There's a moment two-thirds through "My Foolish Heart" — on Bill Evans' Waltz for Debby, recorded live at the Village Vanguard in June 1961 — where Evans drops the melody almost entirely and lets the left hand walk in open fifths beneath a thin, single-note right-hand line. It lasts maybe four bars. Then the melody returns, slightly displaced, as though it had been considering something and decided to come back.

I put this record on last night around eleven, through speakers rather than headphones, which I don't do often. The room noise from the Vanguard — glasses, low talk, someone's chair — sits differently when it fills space rather than sits behind your ears. It stops being ambience and becomes a room you're in, or once were in. The Melbourne rain was doing something similar outside: present but not insistent.

The trio here — Scott LaFaro on bass, Paul Motian on drums — isn't accompaniment in any conventional sense. LaFaro runs countermelodies that are sometimes more insistent than Evans', and Motian plays so lightly that the rhythm feels implied rather than stated. This isn't a record that wants to swing hard or impress with velocity. It wants to think out loud, and it does.

What it perhaps doesn't reach — though I'm not sure this was ever the aim — is warmth in the way Evans' studio records carry it. The live setting thins the piano tone slightly; the Vanguard's acoustic, or the 1961 recording chain, gives everything a faintly grey edge. I read this as true rather than as a flaw. A grey Monday in winter, and this is precisely what the record sounds like.

LaFaro would die in a car accident eleven days after this session. I try not to let that fact settle on every bar. Mostly I manage it.

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