May 29, 2009 By Cory Frye

Charles Mingus was one prolific motherfucker in jazz’s greatest year. That February he was bunkered in New York’s Atlantic Studios whipping up Blues & Roots for the Ertegun brothers. Three months later he tromped off to 30th Street to drop Mingus Ah Um in time to be lugged by college swellheads to off-campus soirees. That November he was back in the studio yet again, prepping Mingus Dynasty for the new decade. More