We no longer count the qualifiers to present one of the greatest pianists in the history of Jazz. Miles Davis described his music as "dripping crystal clear water drops". To look into all that this intimate artist, in permanent implosion, brought to music, would require pages or even whole books when we only have at heart here and now to simply share the deep well-being that we provides listening to his work.
Yes, it's about well-being.
To listen to Bill Evans is to let yourself be carried away by his poetry, his rhythm, his sensitive sensitivity. It's letting yourself be overwhelmed by feelings of grace, modesty and tranquility that we would like to be able to inhabit us more often.
To listen to Bill Evans is to close your eyes and see the images of a post-war era where everything seemed possible, where everything seemed easy. A time when Pan Am Airways planes insolently cut through the azure with on board hostesses and stewards in impeccable outfits and when our genius for harmony wandered from concert to concert flanked by outfits in the image of his music. : imprint of classic culture and nonchalance, but devoid of any superfluity.
To listen to Bill Evans is to recognize impressionist accents, constructions and chords influenced by Debussy and Satie, leaving this same feeling of softness of a music which suggests more than it imposes, which evokes more than it dictates. .
Finally, listening to Bill Evans is to reconcile with our part of assumed melancholy. A dreamy melancholy paradoxically devoid of sadness and which always gives us a glimpse of the day to come as the most beautiful day in the world.