I thought I knew Dexter Gordon’s body of work. Epic tenor sax. In the all-time lineup he’s after Parker and Trane. Ahead of Hawkins and Prez Young. Right in step with Rollins. Our man in Paris. The build up. The burn out. The comeback. Legendary rise/fall/rise. Then, on a recent revisit through Kerouac’s On The Road, I found it. On page 94. How could I have missed it so many times before? A reference to a 1947 live recording of Gordon’s The Hunt. Seek it out. Best 18 minutes you’ll have today. This is the stuff that inspired Beat poets and turned on a whole generation. Here’s a look at Long Tall Dexter.