Bassists included Scott LaFaro(1959-1961), Chuck Israels (1962-1965), Gary Peacock(1963), Teddy Kotick (1966), Eddie Gomez(1966-1977), and Marc Johnson(1978-1980).
On drums the trio had Paul Motian (1959-1962), Larry Bunker ( 1962-1965), Arnie Wise (1966, 1968), Joe Hunt (1967), Philly Joe Jones (1967, 1977-1978), Jack DeJohnette (1968), John Dentz (1968), Marty Morell (1968-1975), Eliot Zigmund (1975-1977), and Joe La Barbera (1978-1980).
Danny Boy
Bill Evans Trio Lyrics
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From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
The song "Danny Boy" is a classic Irish ballad that tells the story of a loved one who must leave their home and their beloved behind. The first verse speaks of the pipes calling Danny Boy to leave his home and go down the mountainside. The second verse speaks of the changing of the seasons and of Danny Boy's eventual return. The third verse speaks of the possibility of Danny Boy returning to find his loved one dead and burying him, but also of the comforting thought that his loved one would still be with him in spirit.
Overall, this song is a poignant expression of love and loss, and its lyrics capture the bittersweet emotions that come with leaving behind one's home and loved ones. The melody is hauntingly beautiful, and it has become a beloved classic that continues to be performed and cherished by audiences all over the world.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
Oh, Danny boy, the Irish bagpipes are calling you
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
Through the valleys and down the slopes of the mountains
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
Summer has ended, and the flowers are wilting and falling
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
It's your time to leave, and I must stay behind
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
When the meadow is in bloom in the summertime, come back
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
Or when the valley is silent and covered in snow
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
I'll be waiting for you here, in both light and shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!
Oh Danny boy, I love you so much!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
But when you return, and the flowers have withered
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
If I have passed away, as I may have
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
You will come to the place where I am buried
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And kneel and say a prayer for me
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And I will hear you, even if you walk softly above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
And my grave will become warmer and sweeter
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
Because you will lean down and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
And I will rest in peace until you come to me!
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: TERRY RENDALL
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Ann McEnery
It's difficult to listen to this without crying....for Bill's playing and his life. How anyone could "dislike" this is beyond comprehension. Every jazz pianist of consequence knows Bill is without equal, so just listen and understand you are hearing the best.
Alexander Krampe
More than true....
The Best Pizza Connoisseur
it's almost 2022 and we're all still here listenin to this man, that's how you know your music is legendary
Caponsacchi
Bill takes that mechanical monster--the pianoforte--and somehow makes it sing as if from his internal being. He starts in Bb, stays there for the 2nd chorus, then takes it from the top a 2nd time around, except a half step up in B (arrgh! 5 sharps!) Again he remains there for the 2nd half of the song. 3rd time around is key of F (one flat--almost as friendly as C). 4th time around is Bb, except Bill goes for a richer, fuller dynamic (what I like about this recording--the mic is obviously not on top of the piano or in the sounding board--instead it's backed off by several feet for a truer sound of the piano-in-space, a complex ambiance of tones and overtones). Bill is by now indulging in some youthful Danny boy playfulness and exuberance as he drops the melody and improvises over the tune's chord changes, with playful asides and rollicking excursions before taking the melody out in the stately (and safe, or user-friendly) key of F.
Comparing this version with Keith Jarrett's is not entirely fair, since Bill decides to mix moods--arabesque, light-hearted, devilish, playful, even a bit experimental and funky (a few extra sips of wine?) whereas Keith plays a shorter version straight and sober for a large, hushed audience. One difference is Bill's relative avoidance of Keith's suspensions, which frankly leave me wanting (suspended?) when unresolved.
Dave Snider
Absolutely! Modulating and mixing fells from melancholy to spiritual is a tribute to his exceptional musicianship and connection to all it means to be an exceptional technician as well as a flawed human.
Ian Whiteman
It's his tenderness that shines through all his work. The piano is a difficult instrument to emote but he does it exquisitely.
I saw him in the 1960s in Ronnie Scotts. He was like a praying mantis at the keyboard. Didn't say a word to the audience. He spoke through the piano.
Erick Borling
@jeroenskeynote The human machine is difficult to emote. Well... now that we gotta lotta practice weeping this may have changed.
tubedatpipeline
Oh how I wish I would’ve been there to witness that! His playing always speaks to me.
sun Tao
Interesting-he didn't do small talk, sounds like Bill Evans
SammyBlackChow95
I think the soul of the player is what really makes the difference.