Pittsburgh is rich in great jazz pianists. Erroll Garner has been getting more attention lately, and Mary Lou Williams has seen a well-deserved revival. But no one seems to be talking about the one Father Pitt considers the greatest of all. So here, to jog some memories, is Earl Hines playing his own song “A Monday Date” in a recording from 1928. The record was much loved, so there’s a little fuzz around the edges. But the sound is otherwise excellent, and the genius of Fatha Hines glitters in every astonishing bar.
Why should the beautiful die?