Thelonious MonkLive in Paris 1967

Monk loosed onstage at Salle Pleyel, his angular chords clanging against a rare large-group lineup of jazz heavyweights. 'Epistrophy' lurches and tumbles with that gleeful off-kilter logic, 'Ruby, My Dear' slows to aching solo-piano lyricism, and 'Evidence' jabs in those famous stop-start silences. Captured raw and crackling, this is the high priest of bebop in full unpredictable flight.