Imagine an act that combines Jazz's earliest Dixieland/Swing days with the later "difficult" free-jazz experimentation of Cecil Taylor and John Zorn, and chooses to completely ignore all that Miles/Bird/Coltrane stuff in the middle.
Imagine if Thelonious Monk harbored not-so-secret adoration of Martin Denny, Floyd Cramer, B.Bumble & the Stingers, and Liberace.
Imagine a Tony Clifton that isn't a joke, a saloon singer that isn't intended as kitsch or camp, a "lounge act that transcendeth all knowing", in the words of Nick Tosches.
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