by Thom Jurek
Night two of Monk's 1965 stand at Paris' Olympia Theatre is an entirely different affair than the first. For one, Monk is in a fiery mood; there isn't as much speculative experimentation on the evening of the seventh. While the previous evening's gig had to work up to the blues wail of &Rhythm-A-Ning,& here it opens the set. And it's a steaming version, over ten minutes in length and showcases Rouse coming from that middle register like a freight train as Gales rides him along the way and Monk lays out, except on the tag ends of the choruses. Monk's own solo is steeped in blues and flighty chords he seldom used. The set moves toward the less dramatic with a truly beautiful and stunningly pianistic reading of &Body & Soul,& segues into &I Mean You,& and comes out of the ballad end with &April in Paris,& all of them with inverted harmonies and extended lines where Monk quotes from himself in the heart of the melodies. When the band enters the original material vein again, it's a smoking, greasy run that carries the set out with &Well You Needn't,& &Bright Mississippi& -- with a bit of Stephen Foster tossed into both Rouse's and Monk's solos -- and the closer &Epistrophy,& played at almost twice the tempo from the previous evening. For whatever reason, the sound is better on this night as well.