I first heard Tom Pierson's piano trio in a small jazz club in Tokyo's Shinjuku. When Tom played solo, a sense of clarity began to fill the room. I was seized with a feeling resembling the giddy sensation one has when looking into a deep, clear lake.As I listened to Tom's performance, I closed my eyes in spite of myself. A scene flashed vividly behind my eyelids: I'm in a wilderness. The pale moon is shining in the dark of night. There's a man, a piano. He's playing with complete detachment — at times his touch overflowing with lyricism, at times wildly percussive. The still of the night deepens with each infinitely clear note.
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