Thelonious Monk / Bob Dylan

I’m reading Bob Dylan’s autobio Chronicles Volume One and came across this great story about Thelonious Monk.

Sometimes [Monk would] be in [the Blue Note club on 3rd Street] in the afternoon sitting at the piano all alone playing stuff that sounded like Ivory Joe Hunter — a big half-eaten sandwich left on top of his piano. I dropped in there one the afternoon, just to listen — told him that I played folk music up the street. “We all play folk music,” he said. Monk was in his own dynamic universe even when he dawdled around.
Even then, he summoned magic shadows into being. [my emphasis]

Wow!

How would like you or what you did to be referred to in such a way?