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 Indeed, when it is obvious that I am "playing the chords" from the book, I can hear this lack of soul. I can hear that I'm more imprisoned by the chords than inspired by them. As I was taught by the differences between the written chords and what Ella's band performed, that is a signal that I should understand that part of the song more deeply and find the way to make it musical—to imbue it with the soul that it lacks—whether it means finding different voicings, omitting some chords or changing them altogether.
 
-All these songs are love songs, mostly, and I was reminded of the love song for me—_What Kind Of Fool Am I?_ One of many songs to which I was introduced by Bill Evans—or at least it had come alive before me in all its glory through his rendition. The lyrics begin with "What kind of fool am I, who never fell in love? It seems that I'm the only one that I have been thinking of." I had learned it a couple years ago. I hadn't played it in at least a year, but, nonetheless, it came easily and musically to my fingers. I briefly played through it. At the climax, "why can't I fall in love, like any other man?" I marvelled at and luxuriated in the chord that Bill Evans had used over "man"—if in the key of C, an Eb minor 6, or a C half-diminished 7 in first inversion—well outside the key, adding a brief, subtle, mysteriousness. The last line: "and maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am." At least once Bill Evans had played this as Dmin7, Emin7, Fmin7, Gsus7. And it was these chords that I focused on now. I looped them and discovered a new and rich musicality among them that I had not felt when I had practiced this piece last.
+All these songs are love songs, mostly, and I was reminded of the love song for me—_What Kind Of Fool Am I?_ One of many songs to which I was introduced by Bill Evans—or at least it had come alive before me in all its glory through his rendition. The lyrics begin with "What kind of fool am I, who never fell in love? It seems that I'm the only one that I have been thinking of." I had learned it a couple years ago. I hadn't played it in at least a year, but, nonetheless, it came easily and musically to my fingers. I briefly played through it. At the climax, "why can't I fall in love, like any other man?" I marvelled at and luxuriated in the chord that Bill Evans had used over "man"—if in the key of C, an Eb minor 6, or a C half-diminished 7 in first inversion—well outside the key, adding a brief, subtle mysteriousness. The last line: "and maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am." At least once Bill Evans had played this as Dmin7, Emin7, Fmin7, Gsus7. And it was these chords that I focused on now. I looped them and discovered a new and rich musicality among them that I had not felt when I had practiced this piece last.
 
 And that is when I was reminded of Rilke's poem, breathtaking even in the translation.