Randy Weston’s Way

The spot where Grand Avenue hits Lafayette Avenue—where Brooklyn meets Africa, in many respects—is now “Randy Weston Way.”

And that’s the way it should be. Randy Weston had a way of playing the piano, bold yet relaxed, in the moment yet overflowing with timeless wisdom. He had that same way when he sat there with you at his home on Lafayette Avenue and talked about life in Brooklyn, in Africa, in music or in general.

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