St. Elmo Sylvester Hope (June 27, 1923 – May 19, 1967) was an American jazz pianist, composer, and arranger, chiefly in the bebop and hard bop genres. He grew up playing and listening to jazz and classical music with Bud Powell, and both were close friends of another influential pianist, Thelonious Monk.
Hope survived being shot by police as a youth to become a New York-based musician who recorded with several emerging stars in the mid-1950s, including trumpeter Clifford Brown, and saxophonists John Coltrane, Lou Donaldson, Jackie McLean, and Sonny Rollins. A long-term heroin user, Hope had his license to perform in New York's clubs withdrawn after a drug conviction, so he moved to Los Angeles in 1957. He was not happy during his four years on the West Coast, but had some successful collaborations there, including with saxophonist Harold Land.
More recordings as leader ensued following Hope's return to New York, but they did little to gain him more public or critical attention. Further drug and health problems reduced the frequency of his public performances, which ended a year before his death, at the age of 43. He remains little known, despite, or because of, the individuality of his playing and composing, which were complex and stressed subtlety and variation rather than the virtuosity predominant in bebop.
Hangin' out with Lars on 6th street he knew I was in trouble I was feeling much like the devil there was something burnin' deep inside of me ran into three Puerto Ricans these girls took us to the funhouse where we played a lonely pinball machine hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way New York City well I wish I was on a highway back to Olympia... I'm having a hard time understanding it gets all too demanding she's all gone and I'm stranded something burning deep inside of me all I know it's 4 o'clock and she ain't never showed up and I watched a thousand people go home from work how many times will it take me before I go crazy before I lose everything something burning deep inside of me ran into three Puerto Ricans those girls took us to the funhouse I don't wanna be alone again.