Coleman Hawkins plays, then Charlie Parker. According to the YouTube info, there are only two known film clips of Charlie Parker playing, and the other one is fifty-two seconds long.
For Sunday morning, a hymn. In one of her autobiographical books, Maya Angelou talks about being somewhere in eastern Europe and having a polite stranger play Paul Robeson's version of this song for her, and the complex emotions that event raised in...
This is the version for piano, four hands, as they say, rather than full orchestra. Since the person who posted it at YouTube decided to disable embedding, you'll have to click on this link to hear it.
An adequate job of lip-syncing, an exceptionally poor job of play-syncing -- but what the hell, only musicians care about that. This is a song about what it feels like to be in love, and that's what matters.
