It seems so strange that we haven't already featured Roland Kirk on this blog that I have commissioned an independent review of what went wrong. Here he is, live in Prague in 1965, showing off a bit, playing beautifully.
And here he is again, this time from 1959. This is such a gentle, delicate performance (apart from the odd roar) it often threatens to just float away. I also like his beret. What a guy.