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Because desperate times call for desperate measures, Monday morning we overcome the blues by leaping and bounding out of bed into the arms of  Paul Quinichette on tenor sax.

When I was a college student I would often go to the West End bar near Columbia University to listen to the Brooks Kerr trio. A young Phil Schapp was the host, and an equally young prodigy, Brooks Kerr, played a very tasteful stride piano, but it was the saxophone player, Paul Quinichette, who absolutely tore up the place every time.

Thanks to Youtuber rujazzka