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Pee Wee Ellis

By Peter Madsen

I was half-asleep in my bunk on a Fred Wesley tour bus a few years ago heading for the next where-the-hell-are-we European city when the sound of an amazing saxophonist literally pulled my eyes wide open. It sounded like an old bootleg recording of Sonny Rollins playing standards that I was unaware of, full of rhythmic and harmonic twists and turns. The sound was deep and rich and ever changing colors. I popped my head out of my bunk curtains ...