There is something about Grant Green's music that resonates with my sub-conscious; when I hear his music, I hear St. Louis when I was young, when St. Louis was St. Louis. When I freely roamed a fascinating city where you could find like minded people whose company you enjoyed.
Grant Green belonged to St. Louis before he belonged to the world, he was one of us before he ever recorded his first LP. Unlike Miles Davis, who left early, and went to New York, and never came back, they had a hard time getting Grant Green to leave. We heard Grant at various small local lounges before he was famous, and it wasn't like he was playing to entertain us, but he was playing his music for Grant Green, and we were there enjoying the music he was playing for himself.
As I listen to this music, my mind is flooded with images of nights enjoying Grants music with friends in our most special lounge where Grant appeared professionally on the weekends, and sometime in the middle of the week he dropped in. This lounge was like his home away from home. I recall one such off night, when he came in and just played to himself while we listened; he played awhile and left. That was in 1959, just before I went into the Air Force.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqNhx5TYn-g&list=RDXqNhx5TYn-g&start_radio=1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvZl0rreNtw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR9TSccJuAo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDfFjsUN8e4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ugFD8jjAcw