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Thanks, Spotify!

Yesterday morning my husband took his sweet time before heading off to the office. He stomped around the apartment and rustled papers and made one coffee after the other and basically drove me nuts.

Couldn’t he see I was trying to work?

To be fair, my “office” is technically also the “living room,” so instead of complaining, I went to Spotify and put on some music to try to stop him from distracting me. It didn’t work.

Here’s what happened:

Husband: What are you listening to?

Me: Eddie Gomez’s album “Palermo.”

Husband: Which album?

Me: Palermo.

Husband: Speaking of Eddie Gomez, you’ve got to check out Santurce. Check out Santurce.

Sigh. Ok fine, I’ll let him distract me. I searched for Santurce and found this:

Husband: Nice. Whose the pianist on that?

Me: Um…Some guy named Marco Detto.

Husband: Who’s Marco Detto?

Good question. Google, do your magic.

Me: Apparently Marco Detto is Italian—well, duh—he’s a little older than you and, wow, he’s kind of sexy. Actually, he looks a little like you only Italian and with a goatee and a completely different body type…Ok, he looks nothing like you, but he does have a similar shaped head.

Husband: (laugh) My wife and her mind.

Me: Oh, look at this. He wrote a piece called “Song for Annalisa” and his wife’s name is Annalisa. How sweet!

Husband: Now you like him.

I listened and read some more about Detto when my husband finally headed off to work. Except for the album with Eddie Gomez, he seems to mainly be a local guy in the Italian jazz scene. His playing reminds me of Thelonius Monk at times, only less bombastic and quixotic (he also has the occasional touch of a far less melancholy Bill Evans).

He wrote this tribute piece here called Mr. Monk:

Like Monk and Gould before him, Detto sometimes hums along when he plays, a habit which is both charming as well as slightly annoying at times.

There are definitely a handful of jazz standards I can barely listening to anymore—they’ve just been done to death. “Take the A Train” is one of them. But I love what Marco Detto does with it.

His version reminds me of what I love about jazz in the first place: The ability the form has to take a tired old tune and, within a set structure, completely reinvent it.

Except for his website, Marco Detto doesn’t have much of an online presence—he’s not even on Wikipedia. He is on Facebook, although he doesn’t seem to know about fan pages, so you have send him a friend request. I did, and he accepted and even sent me a personal message as follows:

With emojis and everything. How adorable is that?

I love Spotify for exactly these kinds of discoveries, but I don’t love that it’s hard for artists to make any money on the service. I tried to figure out how their pay system works, and discovered quickly that the system is very convoluted. But I did read somewhere signed artists earn about one penny per three clicks. Since Detto’s pieces have less than a thousand clicks, the guy ain’t earning much.

But you and me, my friend, we can make a difference. Below are my favorites among Detto’s ten albums available on Spotify. Listen to them, check out the others to see if they speak to you more, share them with your friends, click on them again and again. Let’s make this guy some cash. 🙂



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