Raw, adjective: 9. disagreeably damp and chilly, as the weather or air
Oh, man. Mancini is rocking my world right now.
Been playing a lot of piano these foggy July mornings while the world wakes up. In my ongoing quest to not suck, that is. And Johnny Mercer and Henry Mancini are right up there with the Muses for inspiration of late. I've been plunking out a decent bare-bones arrangement of "Days of Wine and Roses" and was feeling so proud of myself for mixing it up with a little jazz improv.
And then I watched this insane rendition by the Bill Evans Trio from back in 1980 (less than a month before he died). Holy shnikes. Please overlook the general Unabomber aesthetic and listen to these guys play it the way it's supposed to be done.