I never cared for solo piano albums. I find them painfully boring. I need a fleshed out rhythm section, or a horn or two. However, Thelonious Monk is the exception. His playing makes not having a band an afterthought. It’s a thing of beauty to listen to him play by himself. When you listen to Thelonious Alone in San Francisco, you realize how phenomenal he was. It’s like he had 30 fingers.